I Have Heard The Mermaids Singing, Each

We Can Say Of Shakespeare, That Never Has A Man Turned So Little Knowledge To Such Great Account.

Hell Is Oneself, Hell Is Alone, The Other Figures In It Merely Projections. There Is Nothing To Escape From And Nothing To Escape To. One Is Always Alone.

I Am Tired With My Own Life And The Lives Of Those After Me, I Am Dying In My Own Death And The Deaths Of Those After Me.

It Is Impossible To Say Just What I Mean!

Neither Way Is Better. / Both Ways Are Necessary. / It Is Also Necessary / To Make A Choice Between Them.