I Am Of Russian-jewish Distraction.

I Always Cause Those Who Are Near To Me More Suffering Than Pleasure.

Love Is The Tact Of Every Good, The Only Warmth, The Only Peace.

How Could I Think The Brief Years Were Enough To Prove The Reality Of Endless Love?

Whence, If Ever, Shall Come The Actualityof A Voice Speaking The Mind's Knowing,the Sunlight Bright On The Green Windowshade,and The Self Articulate, Affectionate, And Flowing,ease, Warmth, Light, The Utter Showing,when In The White Bed All Things Are Made.

Literature Doesn't Matter! The Only Thing That Matters Is Money And Getting Your Teeth Fixed!