Repetition Comforts Me For A

Asceticism Without Religion Is Just Another Way Of Cultivating Peculiar Sensations.

The Sage Belongs To The Same Obsolete Repertory As The Virtuous Maiden And The Enlightened Monarch.

By The Time I Have Clarified A Thought, I No Longer Want To Think It.

Later Is Always My First Choice.

The Past Goes Right On Pulling Me Apart, Though I Can Scarcely Remember The People Or The Issues.