But It Is Not For The Perfect

There Is Only One Kind Of Shock Worse Than The Totally Unexpected: The Expected For Which One Has Refused To Prepare.

I Was A King And A King's Heir And Now I Am A Slave.

But It Is Not For The Perfect Vase Or The Polished Gem To Choose Their Owners.

One Must Live As If It Would Be Forever, And As If One Might Die Each Moment. Always Both At Once.

One Might Have Supposed That The True Act Of Love Was To Lie Together And Talk.