I Judge People's Charm By The Ease

That Parasite: The Past.

The Past Is Such A Subtle Thing. [but] In The End, Nothing Else Exists, Everything Is Made Of The Past, Even The Future.

There Are. Intangible Realities Which Float Near Us, Formless And Without Words; Realities Which No One Has Thought Out, And Which Are Excluded For Lack Of Interpreters.

Would That Well-thinking People Should Be Replaced By Thinking Ones.

Like All Religions, Love Has More Believers Than Practitioners.