I Don't Want People To Love Me.

Life Is A Child Playing Round Your Feet, A Tool You Hold Firmly In Your Grip, A Bench You Sit Down Upon In The Evening, In Your Garden.

Oh, Love Is Real Enough; You Will Find It Someday, But It Has One Archenemy - And That Is Life.

Life Has A Way Of Setting Things In Order And Leaving Them Be. Very Tidy, Is Life.

Saintliness Is Also A Temptation.

Inspiration? - A Hoax Fabricated By Poets For Their Self-importance.