What Suffering Has Taught Me

A Man Is An Island In The Only Sense That Matters, Not An Easy Way To Be. We Live In Mystery, A Cosmos Of Separate Lonely Bodies, Men, Insects, Stars. It Is All Loneliness And Men Know It Best.

The Past Exudes Legend: One Can't Make Pure Clay Of Time's Mud. There Is No Life That Can Be Recaptured Wholly; As It Was.which Is To Say That All Biography Is Ultimately Fiction.

Of Course It Would Cost Something, But He Was An Expert In Cutting Corners; And When There Were No More Corners Left He Would Make Circles Rounder.

You See In Others Who You Are.

... We Are All Terribly Alone No Matter What People Say.