It Is Not A Woman I Want

Yes, There Is A Divinity, One From Which We Must Never Turn Aside For The Guidance Of Our Huge Inward Life And Of The Share We Have As Well In The Life Of All Men. It Is Called The Truth.

I Keep Remembering — I Keep Remembering. My Heart Has No Pity On Me.

There Are Cloudy Moments When One Asks Himself If Men Do Not Deserve All The Disasters Into Which They Rush! No - I Recover Myself - They Do Not Deserve Them. But We, Instead Of Saying "i Wish" Must Say "i Will." And What We Will, We Must Will To Build It, With Order, With Method, Beginning At The Beginning, When Once We Have Been As Far As That Beginning. We Must Not Only Open Our Eyes, But Our Arms, Our Wings.

The Woman From The Depths Of Her Rags, A Waif, A Martyr — Smiled. She Must Have A Divine Heart To Be So Tired And Yet Smile.

People Are Machines Of Forgetfulness