Very Well Then, Better A Sane Crook

That Is Part Of The Beauty Of All Literature. You Discover That Your Longings Are Universal Longings, That You're Not Lonely And Isolated From Anyone. You Belong.

She Knew Few Words And Believed In None.

There Are Only The Pursued, The Pursuing, The Busy And The Tired.

We All Have Souls Of Different Ages

One Writes Of Scars Healed, A Loose Parallel To The Pathology Of The Skin, But There Is No Such Thing In The Life Of An Individual.