Going Home Must Be Like Going To

The True Peace Of God Begins At Any Spot A Thousand Miles From The Nearest Land.

No, It Is Impossible; It Is Impossible To Convey The Life-sensation Of Any Given Epoch Of One’s Existence--that Which Makes Its Truth, Its Meaning--its Subtle And Penetrating Essence. It Is Impossible. We Live, As We Dream--alone.

Let Them Think What They Liked, But I Didn't Mean To Drown Myself. I Meant To Swim Till I Sank -- But That's Not The Same Thing.

All A Man Can Betray Is His Conscience.

He Hated All This, And Somehow He Couldn't Get Away.