I Have Patience For Centuries In Me

Fame — The Aggregate Of All The Misunderstandings That Collect Around A New Name.

You Must Change Your Life.

One Had To Take Some Action Against Fear When Once It Laid Hold Of One.

A Birdsong Can Even, For A Moment, Make The Whole World Into A Sky Within Us, Because We Feel That The Bird Does Not Distinguish Between Its Heart And The World's.

For Our Part, When We Feel, We Evaporate; Ah, We Breathe Ourselves Out And Away; With Each New Heartfire We Give Off A Fainter Scent. True, Someone May Tell Us: You're In My Blood, This Room, Spring Itself Is Filled With You . . . To What End? He Can't Hold Us, We Vanish Within Him And Around Him.