I Crave Time In All Its Duration,

The Unnatural And The Strange Have A Perfume Of Their Own

When One Of My Japanese Teacups Is Broken, I Imagine That The Real Cause Was Not The Careless Hand Of A Maid But The Anxieties Of The Figures Inhabiting The Curves Of That Porcelain. Their Grim Decision To Commit Suicide Doesn't Shock Me: They Used The Maid As One Of Us Might Use A Gun.

Ah, What A Morning This Is, Awakening Me To Life's Stupidity. [98 - Zenith Trans.]

There Are Ships Sailing To Many Ports, But Not A Single One Goes Where Life Is Not Painful.

To Know Nothing About Yourself Is To Live. To Know Yourself Badly Is To Think.