Day's Work Is Still To

We Must Each Find Our Separate Meaning In The Persuasion Of Our Days Until We Meet In The Meaning Of The World.

Indulgences, Not Fulfillment, Is What The World Permits Us.

If We Could Wake Each Morning With No Memory Of Living Before We Went To Sleep, We Might Arrive At A Faultless Day.

One Day I Shall Burst My Bud Of Calm And Blossom Into Hysteria.

How Can A Man Learn Navigation Where There's No Rudder?