From Someone Who Doesn't Want To Share

We Care So Little Of Other People Than Even Christianity Urges Us To Do Good For The Love Of God.

The Cadence Of Suffering Has Begun. Every Evening At Dusk, My Heart Constricts Until Night Has Come.

Reality Is A Prison, Where One Vegetates And Always Will. All The Rest - Thought, Action - Is Just A Pastime, Mental Or Physical. What Counts Then, Is To Come To Grips With Reality. The Rest Can Go.

We Want Realism's Wealth Of Experience And Symbolism's Depth Of Feeling. All Art Is A Problem Of Balance Between Two Opposites.

What World Lies Beyond That Stormy Sea I Do Not Know, But Every Ocean Has A Distant Shore, And I Shall Reach It.