Half A Calamity Is Better Than A

I've Been And Am Absurdly Over-estimated. There Are No Supermen And I'm Quite Ordinary, And Will Say So Whatever The Artistic Results. In That Point I'm One Of The Few People Who Tell The Truth About Myself.

Some Of The Evil Of My Tale May Have Been Inherent In Our Circumstances. For Years We Lived Anyhow With One Another In The Naked Desert, Under The Indifferent Heaven.

You Wonder What I Am Doing? Well, So Do I, In Truth. Days Seem To Dawn, Suns To Shine, Evenings To Follow, And Then I Sleep. What I Have Done, What I Am Doing, What I Am Going To Do, Puzzle And Bewilder Me. Have You Ever Been A Leaf And Fallen From Your Tree In Autumn And Been Really Puzzled About It? That’s The Feeling.

Yet When We Achieved, And The New World Dawned, The Old Men Came Out Again And Took Our Victory To Remake It In The Likeness Of The Former World They Knew. Youth Could Win, But Had Not Learned To Keep: And Was Pitiably Weak Against Age. We Stammered That We Had Worked For A New Heaven And A New Earth, And They Thanked Us Kindly And Made Their Peace.

The Literature Of Disease Is More Interesting To Me Than All The Healthy Books.