Death: The Anaesthetic From Which None Come

I Think Writing About Unhappiness Is Probably The Source Of My Popularity, If I Have Any - After All, Most People Are Unhappy, Don't You Think?

In Everyone There Sleeps A Sense Of Life Lived According To Love.

No One Can Tear Your Thread Out Of Himself. No One Can Tie You Down Or Set You Free.

Above All, Though, Children Are Linked To Adults By The Simple Fact That They Are In Process Of Turning Into Them. For This They May Be Forgiven Much. Children Are Bound To Be Inferior To Adults, Or There Is No Incentive To Grow Up.

And The Case Of Butterflies So Rich It Looks As If All Summer Settled There And Died.