So Long As One Is

I Waited And Worked, And Watched The Inferior Exalted For Nearly Thirty Years; And When Recognition Came At Last, It Was Too Late To Alter Events, Or To Make A Difference In Living.

Doesn't All Experience Crumble In The End To Mere Literary Material?

Dignity Is An Anachronism.

There Is In Every Human Being, I Think, A Native Country Of The Mind, Where, Protected By Inaccessible Barriers, The Sensitive Dream Life May Exist Safely.

Nothing Is More Consuming, Or More Illogical, Than The Desire For Remembrance.