We're Not Meant For Happiness,

No Person Will Ever Get Into My Blood As A Place Can ... People And Things Pass Away, But Not Places.

He Had The Face Of One Who Walks In His Sleep, And For A Wild Moment The Idea Came To Me That Perhaps He Was Not Normal, Not Altogether Sane. There Were People Who Had Trances, I Had Surely Heard Of Them, And They Followed Strange Laws Of Which We Could Know Nothing, They Obeyed The Tangled Orders Of Their Own Sub-conscious Minds. Perhaps He Was One Of Them, And Here We Were Within Six Feet Of Death.

And I Don't Like Books Which Are Full Of Name Dropping.

Happiness Is Not A Possession To Be Prized, It Is A Quality Of Thought, A State Of Mind.

We Know One Another. This Is The Present. There Is No Past And No Future. Here I Am Washing My Hands, And The Cracked Mirror Shows Me To Myself, Suspended As It Were, In Time; This Is Me, This Moment Will Not Pass.