I Want Nothing From Love, In Short,

There Are Connoisseurs Of Blue Just As There Are Connoisseurs Of Wine.

So Now, Whenever I Despair, I No Longer Expect My End, But Some Bit Of Luck, Some Commonplace Little Miracle Which, Like A Glittering Link, Will Mend Again The Necklace Of My Days.

Perhaps The Only Misplaced Curiosity Is That Which Persists In Trying To Find Out Here, On This Side Of Death, What Lies Beyond The Grave.

I Have Found My Voice Again And The Art Of Using It.

What A Wonderful Life I've Had! I Only Wish I'd Realized It Sooner.