Memories Are The Height Of Poetry Only

A Close, Daily Intimacy Between Two People Has To Be Paid For: It Requires A Great Deal Of Experience Of Life, Logic, And Warmth Of Heart On Both Sides To Enjoy Each Other’s Good Qualities Without Being Irritated By Each Other’s Shortcomings And Blaming Each Other For Them.

Yesterday One Has Wished, To-day One Attains The Madly Longed-for Object, And To-morrow One Will Blush To Think That One Ever Desired It.

When You Don't Know What You're Living For, You Don't Care How You Live From One Day To The Next. You're Happy The Day Has Passed And The Night Has Come, And In Your Sleep You Bury The Tedious Question Of What You Lived For That Day And What You're Going To Live For Tomorrow.

The Trouble Is That No Devastating Or Redeeming Fires Have Ever Burnt In My Life.... My Life Began By Flickering Out.

Memories Are The Height Of Poetry Only When They Are Memories Of Happiness. When They Graze Wounds Over Which Scars Have Formed They Become An Aching Pain.