I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
I do not see the world at all; I invent it.
In a certain sense the Good is comfortless.
One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark
First impressions are always unreliable.
I like to make use of what I know