My Notes Have A Curious

My Notes Have A Curious Tendency, As I Realize At Last, To Annihilate All They Purport To Record.

That's The Mistake I Made, One Of The Mistakes, To Have Wanted A Story For Myself, Whereas Life Alone Is Enough.

What Do I Know Of Man's Destiny? I Could Tell You More About Radishes.

It's A Rare Thing Not To Have Been Bonny-- Once.

Yesterday Is Not A Milestone That Has Been Passed, But A Daystone On The Beaten Track Of The Years, And Irremediably Part Of Us, Within Us, Heavy And Dangerous. We Are Not Merely More Weary Because Of Yesterday, We Are Other, No Longer What We Were Before The Calamity Of Yesterday.