Death Persecutes Before It Executes.

It Is Useless Either To Hate Or To Love Truth - But It Should Be Noticed.

The Trouble With Happiness Is That It Never Notices Itself.

Nothing Is So Awesomely Unfamiliar As The Familiar That Discloses Itself At The End Of A Journey. Nothing Shakes The Heart So Much As Meeting-far, Far Away-what You Last Met At Home.

There's A Paradox In Rereading. You Read The First Time For Rediscovery: An Encounter With The Confirming Emotions. But You Reread For Discovery: You Go To The Known To Figure Out The Workings Of The Unknown, The Why Of The Familiar How.

Life Is That Which - Pressingly, Persistently, Unfailingly, Imperially - Interrupts.