As We Go On With

I Have Gotten So Used To Melancholia That I Greet It Like An Old Friend.

There Is Moss On The Walls And The Stain Of Thought And Failure And Waiting

I Want To Let Her Know Though That All The Nights Sleeping Beside Her Even The Useless Arguments Were Things Ever Splendid And The Hard Words I Ever Feared To Say Can Now Be Said: I Love You.

Insanity Is Relative. Who Sets The Norm?

Turgenev Was A Very Serious Fellow But He Could Make Me Laugh Because A Truth First Encountered Can Be Very Funny. When Someone Else's Truth Is The Same As Your Truth, And He Seems To Be Saying It Just For You, That's Great.