In The Mountains, There You Feel Free.

In A World Of Fugitives, The Person Taking The Opposite Direction Will Appear To Run Away.

Our Emotions Are Only “incidents” In The Effort To Keep Day And Night Together.

Death Has A Hundred Hands And Walks By A Thousand Ways.

Moving Between The Legs Of Tables And Of Chairs, Rising Or Falling, Grasping At Kisses And Toys, Advancing Boldly, Sudden To Take Alarm, Retreating To The Corner Of Arm And Knee, Eager To Be Reassured, Taking Pleasure In The Fragrant Brilliance Of The Christmas Tree.

I Will Show You Fear In A Handful Of Dust.