Memories Are Like Stones, Time

At Any Given Moment, I Open My Eyes And Exist.

There Is Always A Certain Peace In Being What One Is, In Being That Completely.

Each Of Us Is The Only Person Who Can Give The Other What Each Of Us Wants To Have: Peace.

Is Not Man Himself The Most Unsettled Of All The Creatures Of The Earth? What Is This Trembling Sensation That Is Intensified With Each Ascending Step In The Natural Order?

Killing Time Is The Chief End Of Our Society.