When The Soul Suffers Too

A Man Devoid Of Hope And Conscious Of Being So Has Ceased To Belong To The Future.

The World I Live In Is Loathsome To Me, But I Feel One With The Men Who Suffer In It

When I Was Young I Asked More Of People Than They Could Give: Everlasting Friendship, Endless Feeling. Now I Know To Ask Less Of Them Than They Can Give: A Straightforward Companionship. And Their Feelings, Their Friendship, Their Generous Actions Seem In My Eyes To Be Wholly Miraculous: A Consequence Of Grace Alone.

Beginning To Think Is Beginning To Be Undermined.

“to Think The Way You Do,” He Said Smiling, “you Have To Be A Man Who Lives Either On A Tremendous Despair, Or On A Tremendous Hope.” “on Both, Perhaps.”