if numbers make you happy youll never be happy because numbers never end

The reverse side of

Christian compassion

for the suffering of

one's neighbor is a

profound suspicion

of all the joy

of one's neighbor

of his joy in all that

he wants to do and can

the energy of

a single thought

may determine

the motion

of a universe

it is my ambition

to say in ten sentences

what everyone else says in a book

what everyone else

does not say in a book

talent is a faucet

while it is open

you have to write

inspiration?

a hoax fabricated

by poets for their

self-importance

the christian resolution

to find the world

ugly and bad

has made the world

ugly and bad

we are free

to be free

in music the

passions enjoy

themselves

we have arranged for ourselves

a world in which we can live

by positing bodies lines planes

causes and effects

motion and rest

form and content

without these articles of faith

nobody now could endure life

but that does not prove them

life is no argument

the conditions of life

might include error

and be on thy guard

against the good and the just!

they would fainly curcify those

who defy their own virtue

they hate the lonesome ones

talent is a faucet

while it is open

you have to write

inspiration?

a hoax fabricated

by poets for their

self importance

the kingdom of heaven

is a condition of the heart

not something that comes

upon the earth

or after death

It occurs to me that the peculiarity

of most things we think of as fragile

is how tough they truly are.

There were tricks we did with eggs,

as children, to show how they were,

in reality, tiny load-bearing marble halls;

while the beat of the wings of a butterfly

in the right place, we are told, can create

a hurricane across an ocean.

Hearts may break,

but hearts are the toughest of muscles,

able to pump for a lifetime,

seventy times a minute,

and scarcely falter along the way.

Even dreams, the most delicate

and intangible of things,

can prove remarkable difficult to kill.

danger in happiness

now everything redounds to my best

now i love every destiny

who feels like being my destiny?

the snake that cannot

cast its skin perishes

so too with those minds

which are prevented

from changing their views

they cease to be minds

courageus untroubled

mocking violent

thus wisdom wants us

but she is a woman and

always loves only a warrior

whatever is done

out of love

always occurs

beyond good

and evil

he that fights monster

should take heed lest he

thereby becomes a monster

for if you look long enough

into an abyss the abyss

also looks into you

and be on thy guard

against the good

and the just!

they would fainly curcify

those who defy their own virtues

they hate the lonesome ones

the pure

and simple truth

is rarely pure and never simple

whoever looks into himself

as into vast space and

carries galaxies in himself

also knows how irregular

all galaxies are

they lead into the chaos

and labyrinth of existence

But we, who are neither Jesuits, nor democrats, nor even sufficiently Germans, we GOOD EUROPEANS, and free, VERY free spirits—we have it still, all the distress of spirit and all the tension of its bow! And perhaps also the arrow, the duty, and, who knows? THE GOAL TO AIM AT....

i cant be with you always

but i am with you

always

pain is a warning

that something

is wrong

less is not more

not to me

more is more

and so it shall be

i just wanted to tell you

that i love you

and i miss you