For Inside All The Weakness Of Old

Where Joy In An Old Pencil Is Not Absurd.

Don't Forget That Compared To A Grownup Person Every Baby Is A Genius.

If I Were To Choose One Single Thing That That Would Restore Paris To The Senses, It Would Be That Strangely Sweet, Unhealthy Smell Of The Métro, So Very Unlike The Dank Cold Or The Stuffy Heat Of Subways In New York.

Do We Always Make Our Freedom Out Of Someone Else's Bondage?

We Are Able To Laugh When We Achieve Detachment, If Only For A Moment.