The Man Is Placed Where

There Are No Trifles In The Human Story, No Trifling Leaves On The Tree.

Pain Is As Diverse As Man. One Suffers As One Can.

Let Us Say It Now: To Be Blind And To Be Loved, Is Indeed, Upon This Earth Where Nothing Is Complete, One Of The Most Strangely Exquisite Forms Of Happiness.

Taste Is The Common Sense Of Genius.

Strange To Say, The Luminous World Is The Invisible World; The Luminous World Is That Which We Do Not See. Our Eyes Of Flesh See Only Night.