I Have Started To Say

Death: The Anaesthetic From Which None Come Round.

Saki Says That Youth Is Like Hors D'oeuvres: You Are So Busy Thinking Of The Next Courses You Don't Notice It. When You've Had Them, You Wish You'd Had More Hors D'oeuvres.

But Superstition, Like Belief, Must Die.

Uncontradicting Solitude Supports Me On Its Giant Palm; And Like A Sea-anemone Or Simple Snail, There Cautiously Unfolds, Emerges, What I Am.

How Little Our Careers Express What Lies In Us, And Yet How Much Time They Take Up. It's Sad, Really.