He Dares Not Concern Himself

Bookish People, Who Are Often Maladroit People, Persist In Thinking They Can Master Any Subtlety So Long As It's Been Shaped Into Acceptable Expository Prose.

The Silence Is Perfect, And Yet A Torment.

Words Are Our Life. We Are Human Because We Use Language. So I Think We Are Less Human When We Use Less Language.

It's Hard Work Being A Person, You Have To Do It Every Single Day.

He Dares Not Concern Himself With The Future For Fear Of Disturbing The Present.