A Man Is Whole Only When He

One's Life Is Peculiar To One's Own When One Has Invented It.

To Love Without Criticism Is To Be Betrayed.

One Cup Poured Into Another Makes Different Waters; Tears Shed By One Eye Would Blind If Wept Into Another's Eye. The Breast We Strike In Joy Is Not The Breast We Strike In Pain; Any Man's Smile Would Be Consternation On Another's Mouth.

Even The Contemplative Life Is Only An Effort, Nora My Dear, To Hide The Body So The Feet Won’t Stick Out.

I Have A Narrative, But You Will Be Put To It To Find It.