It Would Be Bad Form

No One Ever Has Time To Examine Himself Honestly, And Most People Look No Further Than Their Neighbors' Eyes, In Which They May See Their Own Reflection.

Illness Is The Opposite Of Freedom. It Makes Everything Impossible.

The Happiness Of People Who Are In Love And Who Are Loved Shows In Their Faces. They Have An Expression That's At Once Very Far Away And Very Much Part Of The Present.

Pity Is An Agreeable Sentiment, Uplifting Like Military Music.

I Had A Strong Desire To Write And Some Free Time.