Genius Gives Birth, Talent Delivers.

You Were My Last Chance' She's Said But Don't All Women Say That? - But Can It Be By 'last Chance' She Doesn't Mean Mere Marriage But Some Profoundly Sad Realization Of Something In Me She Really Needs To Go On Living, At Least That Impression Coming Across Anyway On The Force Of All The Gloom We've Shared -

The Road Must Eventually Lead To The Whole World.

I'm Right There, Swimming The River Of Hardships But I Know How To Swim.

My Fault, My Failure, Is Not In The Passions I Have, But In My Lack Of Control Of Them.

It Was A Rainy Night. It Was The Myth Of The Rainy Night.