We Are Adhering To Life

No Man Needs Curing Of His Individual Sickness; His Universal Malady Is What He Should Look To.

And Must I, Perchance, Like Careful Writers, Guard Myself Against The Conclusions Of My Readers?

Our Bones Ache Only While The Flesh Is On Them.

Of Course I Think Of The Past And Of Paris, What Else Is There To Remember?

My War Brought Me Many Things; Let Yours Bring You As Much. Life Is Not To Be Told, Call It As Loud As You Like, It Will Not Tell Itself. No One Will Be Much Or Little Except In Someone Else's Mind, So Be Careful Of The Minds You Get Into, And Remember Lady Macbeth, Who Had Her Mind In Her Hand. We Can't All Be As Safe As That.