Asia Discovered Two Remedies For

Sometimes We Reveal Ourselves When We Are Least Like Ourselves.

My Trunk, Valises And My Mind Are Overpacked.

Each Friend Represents A World In Us.

I Only Regret That Everybody Wants To Deprive Me Of The Journal, Which Is The Only Steadfast Friend I Have, The Only One Which Makes My Life Bearable, Because My Happiness With Human Beings Is So Precarious, My Confiding Moods Rare, And The Least Sign Of Non-interest Is Enough To Silence Me. In The Journal I Am At Ease.

There Is A Fissure In My Vision And Madness Will Always Rush Through.