It's Pointless To Cry. One Is Born

You Will Hear Words Old And Spent And Useless Like Costumes Left Over From Yesterday's Parties.

We Never Remember Days, Only Moments.

Traveling Is A Brutality. It Forces You To Trust Strangers And To Lose Sight Of All That Familiar Comfort Of Home And Friends

When We Read, We Are Not Looking For New Ideas, But To See Our Own Thoughts Given The Seal Of Confirmation On The Printed Page. The Words That Strike Us Are Those That Awake An Echo In A Zone We Have Already Made Our Own—the Place Where We Live—and The Vibration Enables Us To Find Fresh Starting Points Within Ourselves

Death Is Repose, But The Thought Of Death Disturbs All Repose.