If you are only what you are, You at least have a chance Not to outsmart, But be on a par with yourself And that is worth trying.

History will be erased in the universal purgatory.

It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.

Infinity is the end. End without infinity is but a new beginning.

We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.

Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.