I Think Being A Woman Is Like

Between Saying And Doing, Many A Pair Of Shoes Is Worn Out.

Upon The Demon-ridden Pilgrimage Of Human Life, What Next I Wonder.

I Think The Novel Is Essentially A Comic Form (tragedy Is For The Theatre), Not Meaning By That Full Of Jokes, But That It Is About The Absurd Detail Of Human Life, The Way In Which One Cannot Fully Understand What Is Happening. Life Is Muddle And Jumble And Ends Inconclusively, And When This Is Presented With Great Comic Art The Sorrows Of Human Life Can Be Truthfully Conveyed; One Is Moved By The Spectacle, And Feels That Something Truthful Has Been Told In A Magic Way.

Youth Is A Marvelous Garment

Daytime Sleep Is A Cursed Slumber From Which One Wakes In Despair.