How Shameful. How Predictable! How

The Human Heart Is My School.

I Like Mainly To Be Invisible, To Sort Of Drift Around Unseen In The World.

Our Language Needs Endless Synonyms For Beautiful; The Eyes Could See What The Tongue Cannot Possibly Describe.

Anger Is Too Pathetic. Anger Is As Weak As Fear.

Without Memory There Can Be No Insight. Without Love, There Can Be No Appreciation.