If Something Good Has Lost Its Way

I Carry The Bars Within Me.

There Was Once A Community Of Scoundrels, That Is To Say, They Were Not Scoundrels, But Ordinary People.

The State We Find Ourselves In Is Sinful Quite Independent Of Guilt.

There Is An Infinite Amount Of Hope In The Universe ... But Not For Us.

How Pathetically Scanty My Self-knowledge Is Compared With, Say, My Knowledge Of My Room. There Is No Such Thing As Observation Of The Inner World, As There Is Of The Outer World.