God Is A Witness That Cannot Be

The Only Thing You Must Never Speak Of Is Your Happiness.

I Always Thought Old Age Would Be A Writer’s Best Chance. Whenever I Read The Late Work Of Goethe Or W. B. Yeats I Had The Impertinence To Identify With It. Now, My Memory’s Gone, All The Old Fluency’s Disappeared. I Don’t Write A Single Sentence Without Saying To Myself, ‘it’s A Lie!’ So I Know I Was Right. It’s The Best Chance I’ve Ever Had.

The Fact Is, It Seems, That The Most You Can Hope Is To Be A Little Less, In The End, The Creature You Were In The Beginning, And The Middle.

I Tried To Groan, Help! Help! But The Tone That Came Out Was That Of Polite Conversation.

All I Say Cancels Out, I’ll Have Said Nothing.