... Be Indulgent Toward Those Who ...

Now I Come To You Full Of Future. And From Habit We Begin To Live Our Past.

Fame — The Aggregate Of All The Misunderstandings That Collect Around A New Name.

We Are Unutterably Alone Essentially, Especially In The Things Most Intimate And Most Important.

Be Ahead Of All Parting, As Though It Already Were Behind You.

They All Have Tired Mouths And Bright Seamless Souls. And A Longing (as For Sin) Sometimes Haunts Their Dreams. They Are Almost All Alike; In God's Gardens They Keep Still, Like Many, Many Intervals In His Might And Melody. Only When They Spread Their Wings Are They Wakers Of A Wind: As If God With His Broad Sculptor- Hands Leafed Through The Pages In The Dark Book Of The Beginning.