It's A Shame That We

My Books Standing There On The Shelf Do Not Know That I Have Written Them.

I Cannot Walk Through The Suburbs In The Solitude Of The Night Without Thinking That The Night Pleases Us Because It Suppresses Idle Details, Just As Our Memory Does.

In Truth, The Library Includes All Verbal Structures, All Variations Permitted By The Twenty-five Orthographical Symbols, But Not A Single Example Of Absolute Nonsense.

We Forget That We Are All Dead Men Conversing With Dead Men.

Reality Is Not Always Probable, Or Likely.