No Blame Should Attach To

Existentialism Is About Being A Saint Without God; Being Your Own Hero, Without All The Sanction And Support Of Religion Or Society.

I Am Not A Romantic. I Am A Domestic Animal. I Do Not Sigh And Yearn For Extravagant Displays Of Passion, For The Grand Affair, The World Well Lost For Love. I Know All That, And Know That It Leaves You Lonely. No, What I Crave Is The Simplicity Of Routine. An Evening Walk, Arm In Arm, In Fine Weather. A Game Of Cards. Time For Idle Talk. Preparing A Meal Together.

For Once A Thing Is Known, It Can Never Be Unknown. It Can Only Be Forgotten.

Like Many Rich Men, He Thought In Anecdotes; Like Many Simple Women, She Thought In Terms Of Biography.

That Sun, That Light Had Faded, And She Had Faded With Them. Now She Was As Grey As The Season Itself.