My Cradle Was A Shoe.

Of Course There Is Nothing The Matter With The Stars It Is My Emptiness Among Them While They Drift Farther Away In The Invisible Morning

You Grieve Not That Heaven Does Not Exist But That It Exists Without Us

We Are Not Born To Survive. Only To Live.

I Have With Me All That I Do Not Knowi Have Lost None Of It.

To Succeed [,] Consider What Is As Though It Were Past, Deem Yourself Inevitable And Take Credit For It. If You No Longer Believe, Enlarge The Temple.