There May Always Be Another

Indulgences, Not Fulfillment, Is What The World Permits Us.

Day's Work Is Still To Do, Whatever The Day's Doom.

It's Always Our Touches Of Vanity That Manage To Betray Us.

One Day I Shall Burst My Bud Of Calm And Blossom Into Hysteria.

The Difference Between Tragedy And Comedy Is The Difference Between Experience And Intuition. In The Experience We Strive Against Every Condition Of Our Animal Life: Against Death, Against The Frustration Of Ambition, Against The Instability Of Human Love. In The Intuition We Trust The Arduous Eccentricities We're Born To, And See The Oddness Of A Creature Who Has Never Got Acclimatized To Being Created.