Could We Ever Know Each

Curiosity Ran Unchecked Through Him, Like The Wind Outside Through The Deserted Streets, Along The Canal, Around The Little Wooden Houses, Everywhere, As Far As The Mountain.

Every Life Is A Tragedy, But Far More The Writer's Life, Because The More He Has To See, The More Deeply He Understands And Feels About Life, The Less Time He Has To Put It Down.

Of All Things That Can Happen To Us, Triumph Is The Most Difficult To Endure When We Are Alone. Deprived Of Witnesses, It Shrinks At Once.

Could We Ever Know Each Other In The Slightest Without The Arts?

It's A Funny Life. Either You Don't Make A Red Cent And You Have All The Time In The World, Or Else You Get Double The Money And You Don't Have A Moment To Spend A Penny Of It.