Two Armies At Death-grips —

At The Touch Of Mankind, Things Wear Away With Heartbreaking Slowness.

We Are All, Always, The Desire Not To Die. This Desire Is As Immeasurable And Varied As Life's Complexity, But At Bottom This Is What It Is: To Continue To Be, To Be More And More, To Develop And To Endure. All The Force We Have, All Our Energy And Clearness Of Mind Serve To Intensify Themselves In One Way Or Another. We Intensify Ourselves With New Impressions, New Sensations, New Ideas. We Endeavour To Take What We Do Not Have And To Add It To Ourselves. Humanity Is The Desire For Novelty Founded Upon The Fear Of Death. That Is What It Is.

People Are Machines Of Forgetfulness

I See Too Deep And Too Much.

How I Waited For You! How I Longed For You! He Stammered. "i Thought Of You All The Time. I Saw You All The Time. Your Smile Was Everywhere." He Lowered His Voice And Added, "sometimes When People Were Talking Commonplaces And Your Name Happened To Be Mentioned, It Would Go Through My Heart Like An Electric Current.