All Cases Are Unique And Very Similar

He Who Was Living Is Now Dead We Who Were Living Are Now Dying With A Little Patience.

I Take As Metaphysical Poetry That In Which What Is Ordinarily Apprehensible Only By Thought Is Brought Within The Grasp Of Feeling, Or That In Which What Is Ordinarily Only Felt Is Transformed Into Thought Without Ceasing To Be Feeling.

What We Know Of Other People's Only Our Memory Of The Moments During Which We Knew Them.

Every Moment Is A New And Shocking Transvaluation Of All We Have Ever Been.

People Find A Way In Which They Can Say Something.