I Do Not Fear It:

Dying Is An Art, Like Everything Else. I Do It Exceptionally Well.

You Smile. No, It Is Not Fatal.

Perhaps, Perhaps This Would Be The One To Pull Me Out Of My Plunge.

You Have To Be Able To Make A Real Creative Life For Yourself, Before You Can Expect Anyone Else To Provide One Ready-made For You.

A Dispassionate White Sun Shone At The Summit Of The Sky. I Wanted To Hone Myself On It Till I Grew Saintly And Thin And Essential As The Blade Of A Knife.