You're Always Begging Things To Love You,"

There Is Nothing To Save, Now All Is Lost, But A Tiny Core Of Stillness In The Heart Like The Eye Of A Violet.

Let Yourself Fall In Love. If You Have Not Done So Already, You Are Wasting Your Life.

Comes Over One An Absolute Necessity To Move. And What Is More, To Move In Some Particular Direction. A Double Necessity Then: To Get On The Move, And To Know Whither.

Oh Literature, Oh The Glorious Art, How It Preys Upon The Marrow In Our Bones. It Scoops The Stuffing Out Of Us, And Chucks Us Aside. Alas!

Sleep Is Still Most Perfect, In Spite Of Hygienists, When It Is Shared With A Beloved.