I Am In The World Only For

No One Really Understands The Grief Or Joy Of Another. We Always Imagine That We Are Approaching Some Other, But Our Lines Of Travel Are Actually Parallel.

Nobody Understands Another's Sorrow, And Nobody Another's Joy.

Every Night When I Go To Bed, I Hope That I May Never Wake Again, And Every Morning Renews My Grief.

A Man Endures Misfortune Without Complaint.

I Try To Decorate My Imagination As Much As I Can.