I Work Whenever I'm Let.

I Always Knew One Thing, That Life Is Made Bearable And Possible And Liveable By The Relations Of One Human Being To Another, The Individual Love And Gentleness Between Persons, Or In Any Case, The Unbreakable Bond That Grows And Fastens Lives Together In All Sorts Of Mysterious Ways.

Freedom Is A Dangerous Intoxicant And Very Few People Can Tolerate It In Any Quantity.

I Am In Paris. Yes Ma'am , I Made It Back. I Came Up From Berlin, Stopped Here Ten Days, Fought A Losing Battle Against My Deepest Inclinations, Pulled Myself Out By The Hair And Went To Madrid...madrid Is A Lovely Enchanting City, And There Was Almost Ready For Me A Kind Of Penthouse Full Of Sunlight, A Roof Garden, And So On. I Gave One Look At It All, Returned To The Hotel And Went To Bed And Wept Bitterly For Eleven Hours...why? Because I Had Seen Paris And Could Not Endure The Thought Of Being Anywhere Else.

You Are Right, None Of Us Live Enough, And Sometimes I Think It Is Because We Mistake Hurrah And Hullabaloo For Experience, We Get A Sock In The Eye And Think It Is A Broken Heart.

Childhood Is The Fiery Furnace In Which We Are Melted Down To Essentials And That Essential Shaped For Good.