There Will Never Come A Time When

I Did Not Choose Solitude. Who Would? It Came On Me Like A Kind Of Vocation, Demanding An Effort That Married Women Can't Picture.

All Of Our Actions Have In Their Doing The Seed Of Their Undoing.

I Prefer To Have Some Beliefs That Don't Make Logical Sense.

I Am Part Of What She Thinks Is Her Illness, A Symptom Of Which She Thinks She Has Been Cured. She, On The Other Hand, Is What I Was Looking For.

What Men Call Adventures Usually Consist Of The Stoical Endurance Of Appalling Daily Misery.