Better The Illusions That Exalt Us Than

Somewhere Between Obsession And Compulsion Is Impulse.

I Have Outlasted All Desire, My Dreams And I Have Grown Apart; My Grief Alone Is Left Entire, The Gleamings Of An Empty Heart. The Storms Of Ruthless Dispensation Have Struck My Flowery Garland Numb, I Live In Lonely Desolation And Wonder When My End Will Come. Thus On A Naked Tree-limb, Blasted By Tardy Winter's Whistling Chill, A Single Leaf Which Has Outlasted Its Season Will Be Trembling Still.

I Am Married And Happy. My Only Wish Is That Nothing Will Change.

In This, Our Age Of Infamy Man's Choice Is But To Be A Tyrant, Traitor, Prisoner: No Other Choice Has He.

It Is Better To Have Dreamed A Thousand Dreams That Never Were Than Never To Have Dreamed At All.