Only One Person In A Thousand Knows

What I Do Not Know And Cannot Even Hope To Understand Before I Die Is Why Human Beings Are Willfully, Coldly, Matter-of-factly Cruel To Each Other ... What Nerve Has Atrophied In The Torturer, Or Worse Is Sensually Moved?

Writing Was A Chimney For My Blazing Ambitions.

The Gesture With Which One Generation Guards The Next Is The Movement, And The Only Time We See It Clearly, Of Life Itself.

A Minor Symptom Of Wars Is The Cancerous Growth Of Committees.

Perhaps This Is In The End What Most Marriages Are - Gentleness, Memory, And Habit.