If Something Good Has Lost Its Way

What Is Written Is Merely The Dregs Of Experience.

What's Happened To Me,' He Thought. It Was No Dream.

One Must Fight To Get To The Top, Especially If One Starts At The Bottom.

Being Alone Has A Power Over Me That Never Fails. My Interior Dissolves (for The Time Being Only Superficially) And Is Ready To Release What Lies Deeper. When I Am Willfully Alone, A Slight Ordering Of My Interior Begins To Take Place And I Need Nothing More.

Atlas Was Permitted The Opinion That He Was At Liberty, If He Wished, To Drop The Earth And Creep Away; But This Opinion Was All That He Was Permitted.