I Should Have Been Happy: I Wasn’t.

When From A Long Distant Past Nothing Subsists After The Things Are Broken And Scattered, The Smell And Taste Of Things Remain.

We See Things But We Don't See Them, Like Things That Slid Through The Mind, One Flowing Into Another.

The Loss Of A Sense Adds As Much Beauty To The World As Its Acquisition.

The Only Paradise Is Paradise Lost.

We Do Not Succeed In Changing Things According To Our Desire, But Gradually Our Desire Changes.