For A Long Time Now My Heart

I Love Good Sense Above All, Perhaps Because I Have None.

There Is Not A Particle Of Life Which Does Not Bear Poetry Within It

If You Participate In Life, You Don’t See It Clearly: You Suffer From It Too Much Or Enjoy It Too Much. The Artist, To My Way Of Thinking, Is A Monstrosity, Something Outside Nature. All The Misfortunes Providence Inflicts On Him Come From His Stubborness In Denying That Maxim.

But, In Her Life, Nothing Was Going To Happen. Such Was The Will Of God! The Future Was A Dark Corridor, And At The Far End The Door Was Bolted.

Cold. Healthier Than Heat.