Facts And Particulars Annoy Me.

Her Curiosity Instructed Her More Than The Answers She Was Given.

To Think Is An Act. To Feel Is A Fact.

My Life, The Most Truthful One, Is Unrecognizable, Extremely Interior, And There Is No Single Word That Gives It Meaning.

In The World There Exists No Aesthetic Plane, Not Even The Aesthetic Plane Of Goodness.

Love Is So Much More Deadly Than I Had Thought, Love Is So Much Inherent As The Very Lack, And We Are Guaranteed By A Need To Be Renewed Continuously. Love Is Now, Is Forever. There Is Just The Blow Of Grace - Call It Passion.