I Hate The Sight Of

During My Incarceration Mother Visited Me. She Had In Some Way Managed To Leave The Workhouse And Was Making An Effort To Establish A Home For Us. Her Presence Was Like A Bouquet Of Flowers; She Looked So Fresh And Lovely That I Felt Ashamed Of My Unkempt Appearance And My Shaved Iodined Head.'you Must Excuse His Dirty Face,' Said The Nurse.mother Laughed, And How Well I Remember Her Endearing Words As She Hugged And Kissed Me: 'with All Thy Dirt I Love Thee Still.

Quebec From The Boat Looked Like The Ramparts Where Hamlet's Ghost Might Have Walked.

I Do Not Wish To Lose My Temper Because Very Shortly I Will Lose My Head. Nevertheless, Upon Leaving This Spark Of Earthly Existence, I Have This To Say: I Shall See You All Very Soon ... Very Soon.

There Is Greatness In Everyone.

As I Began To Love Myself I Found That Anguish And Emotional Suffering Are Only Warning Signs That I Was Living Against My Own Truth. Today, I Know, This Is "authenticity".