But Superstition, Like Belief, Must Die.

How Little Our Careers Express What Lies In Us, And Yet How Much Time They Take Up. It's Sad, Really.

To Start At A New Place Is Always To Feel Incompetent & Unwanted.

The Way The Moon Dashes Through Clouds That Blow Loosely As Cannon-smoke... Is A Reminder Of The Strength And Pain Of Being Young; That It Can't Come Again, But Is For Others Undiminished Somewhere.

Living In England Has No Such Excuse: These Are My Customs And Establishments.

Life Is First Boredom, Then Fear.