Oh The Piercing Sadness Of Life In

Every Persisting Marriage Is Based On Fear', Said Peregrine. 'fear Is Fundamental, You Dig Down In Human Nature And What's At The Bottom? Mean Spiteful Cruel Self-regarding Fear, Whether It Makes You To Put The Foot In It Or Whether It Makes You To Cower.

So We Live; A Spirit That Broods And Hovers Over The Continual Death Of Time, The Lost Meaning, The Unrecaptured Moment, The Unremembered Face, Until The Final Chop That Ends All Our Moments And Plunges That Spirit Back Into The Void From Which It Came.

Art Is Brief. (not In A Temporal Sense.) [...] Words Are For Concealment. Art Is Concealment.

Love Is The Last And Secret Name Of All The Virtues.

The Sending Of A Letter Constitutes A Magical Grasp Upon The Future.