One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.

Your other self is always sorry for you. But your other self grows on sorrow, so all is well.

But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure.

If it were not for our conception of weights and measures we would stand in awe of the firefly as we do before the sun.

The envious praises me unknowingly.

You may give them your love, but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

Art thou like me, child of my darkest heart? And dost thou think my untamed thoughts and speak my vast language?