The Wind In The Grain Is The

A Man's Age Represents A Fine Cargo Of Experiences And Memories.

Sometimes We Behave As Though There Was Something More Important Than Life. But What?

It Is Always In The Midst, In The Epicenter, Of Your Troubles That You Find Serenity.

Nothing Comes Of Severity If There Be No Leanings Towards A Change Of Heart. And If There Be Natural Leanings Towards A Change Of Heart, What Need For Severity?

Life Always Bursts The Boundaries Of Formulas. Defeat May Prove To Have Been The Only Path To Resurrection, Despite Its Ugliness. I Take It For Granted That To Create A Tree I Condemn A Seed To Rot. If The First Act Of Resistance Comes Too Late It Is Doomed To Defeat. But It Is, Nevertheless, The Awakening Of Resistance. Life May Grow From It As From A Seed.