Life Is The Result Of All Your

I Conceived At Least One Great Love In My Life, Of Which I Was Always The Object.

I Looked Up At The Mass Of Signs And Stars In The Night Sky And Laid Myself Open For The First Time To The Benign Indifference Of The World.

Revolt And Revolution Both Wind Up At The Same Crossroads: The Police, Or Folly.

Blessed Are The Hearts That Can Bend; They Shall Never Be Broken.

Without Memories, Without Hope, They Lived For The Moment Only. Indeed, The Here And Now Had Come To Mean Everything To Them. For There Is No Denying That The Plague Had Gradually Killed Off In All Of Us The Faculty Not Of Love Only But Even Of Friendship. Naturally Enough, Since Love Asks Something Of The Future, And Nothing Was Left Us But A Series Of Present Moments.