At The Beach - Time You Enjoyed

Now That Lilacs Are In Bloom She Has A Bowl Of Lilacs In Her Room And Twists One In Her Fingers While She Talks. "ah, My Friend, You Do Not Know, You Do Not Know What Life Is, You Who Hold It In Your Hands"; (slowly Twisting The Lilac Stalks) "you Let It Flow From You, You Let It Flow, And Youth Is Cruel, And Has No Remorse And Smiles At Situations Which It Cannot See." I Smile, Of Course, And Go On Drinking Tea.

As We Grow Older, The World Becomes Stranger, The Pattern More Complicated Of Dead And Living.

The Historical Sense Involves A Perception, Not Only Of The Pastness Of The Past, But Of Its Presence

It Is Impossible To Design A System So Perfect That No One Needs To Be Good.

Time Past And Time Future Allow But A Little Consciousness. To Be Conscious Is Not To Be In Time.