Discontent Is The Seed Of

The Sick Woman Especially: No One Surpasses Her In Refinements For Ruling, Oppressing, Tyrannising.

Not Doubt, Certainty Is What Drives One Insane.

For A Tree To Become Tall It Must Grow Tough Roots Among The Rocks.

A Man Who Has Depths In His Shame Meets His Destiny And His Delicate Decisions Upon Paths Which Few Ever Reach . . .

I No Longer Want To Walk On Worn Soles.