What Barrier Is So Insurmountable As Silence?

Those Whose Suffering Is Due To Love Are, As We Say Of Certain Invalids, Their Own Physicians.

Love Is Space And Time Measured By The Heart.

I Should Have Been Happy: I Wasn’t.

Friendship Is In The End No More Than: " . . . A Lie Which Seeks To Make Us Believe That We Are Not Irremediably Alone."

One Reads The Papers As One Wants To With A Bandage Over One's Eyes Without Trying To Understand The Facts, Listening To The Soothing Words Of The Editor As To The Words Of One S Mistress.