To Put One Brick Upon

... Everyone Young Going Down The Long Slide To Happiness, Endlessly.

I Listen To Money Singing, It's Like Looking Down From Long French Windows At A Provincial Town. The Slums, The Canal, The Churches Ornate And Mad In The Evening Sun. It Is Intensely Sad.

The Breath That Sharpens Life Is Life Itself.

Never Such Innocence, Never Before Or Since, As Changed Itself To Past Without A Word--the Men Leaving The Gardens Tidy, The Thousands Of Marriages Lasting A Little While Longer: Never Such Innocence Again.

Life Is First Boredom, Then Fear.