People Exercise An Unconscious Selection In Being

We Had The Experience But Missed The Meaning. And Approach To The Meaning Restores The Experience In A Different Form.

My Name Is Only An Anagram Of Toilets.

Yet With These April Sunsets, That Somehow Recall My Buried Life, And Paris In The Spring, I Feel Immeasurably At Peace, And Find The World To Be Wonderful And Youthful Afterall

April Is The Cruellest Month.

That Is The Worst Moment, When You Feel You Have Lost / The Desires For All That Was Most Desirable, / Before You Are Contented With What You Can Desire; / Before You Know What Is Left To Be Desired; / And You Go On Wishing That You Could Desire / What Desire Has Left Behind.