Oliver Miller

We have all known beauty — and we will all know ugliness, one day.

The wind suffers from blowing; the fire suffers from burning; the sand suffers of sandiness, and I suffer from a living name.

Without our clothes, we began to hide.

…Dogs! On sleds! What, the title wasn’t enough for you?

Is being good-looking the most important thing in the world?

What’s your idea of fun and games?

Is there a way out?

There is a bookstore where all the books are only about you.

I was born a moth.

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art.

“Every life is many days, day after day.”

“You are tired; you are true of heart.”