We Write To Taste Life

I Only Regret That Everybody Wants To Deprive Me Of The Journal, Which Is The Only Steadfast Friend I Have, The Only One Which Makes My Life Bearable, Because My Happiness With Human Beings Is So Precarious, My Confiding Moods Rare, And The Least Sign Of Non-interest Is Enough To Silence Me. In The Journal I Am At Ease.

Anxiety Is Loves Greatest Killer.

To Withhold From Living Is To Die ... The More You Give Of Yourself To Life The More Life Nourishes You.

Innocence Was Gone From All Our Acts. Our Habitual State Of Rebellion Became A Serious Political Crime.

We Do Not See The World As It Is. We See The Word As We Are.