To Change Skins, Evolve Into New Cycles,

Death From Disillusion Is Not Instantaneous, And There Are No Mercy Killers For The Disillusioned.

It Is Easy To Love And There Are So Many Ways To Do It.

Everything But Happiness Is Neurosis.

I Find That Life, Day By Day, Is Composed Of At Least One Joy, One Problem And One Sorrow. Then There Are The Smaller Ingredients: You Always Learn Something, Whether Useful Or Harmful - That Is Difficult To Analyze Until Later; You Always Give Something; You Alwayou Always Grow A Little In One Direction Or Another.

I Love The Abstract, Delicate, Profound, Vague, Voluptuously Wordless Sensation Of Living Ecstatically.