We Spend Our Lives Talking

Dreaming Is To Think By Moonlight By The Light Of An Inner Moon.

I Have A Remarkable Memory; I Forget Everything. It Is Wonderfully Convenient. It Is As Though The World Were Constantly Renewing Itself For Me.

The Ideal Of Calm Exists In A Sitting Cat.

We Spend Our Lives Talking About This Mystery. Our Life.

The Void Yields Up Nothing. You Have To Be A Great Poet To Make It Ring.