Never Believe Fate Is More

I Am So Afraid Of People's Words.they Describe So Distinctly Everything: And This They Call Dog And That They Call House, Here The Start And There The End. I Worry About Their Mockery With Words, They Know Everything, What Will Be, What Was; No Mountain Is Still Miraculous; And Their House And Yard Lead Right Up To God. I Want To Warn And Object: Let The Things Be! I Enjoy Listening To The Sound They Are Making. But You Always Touch: And They Hush And Stand Still. That's How You Kill.

Of All My Books, I Find Only A Few Indispensible.

Let Life Happen To You. Believe Me: Life Is In The Right, Always.

Strangely, I Heard A Stranger Say, I Am With You.

Rose, Oh Pure Contradiction, Joy Of Being No-one's Sleep Under So Many Lids.