Believe Me, For Certain Men At Least,

For Ever, I Shall Be A Stranger To Myself.

I Would Like To Be Able To Breathe— To Be Able To Love Her By Memory Or Fidelity. But My Heart Aches. I Love You Continuously, Intensely.

When I Look At My Life And Its Secret Colors, I Feel Like Bursting Into Tears.

In The Vast Reaches Of The Dry, Cold Night, Thousands Of Stars Were Constantly Appearing, And Their Sparkling Icicles, Loosened At Once, Began To Slip Gradually Toward The Horizon.

The Absurd Has Meaning Only In So Far As It Is Not Agreed To.