Maybe Forgetfulness, Like A Kind Snow, Should

But Life Is Long. And It Is The Long Run That Balances The Short Flare Of Interest And Passion.

Slowly, Slowly, Catch The Monkey.

If Every Soldier Refused To Take Arms ... There Would Be No Wars; But No One Has The Courage To Be The First To Live According To Christ And Socrates, Because In A World Of Opportunists They Would Be Martyred.

I Saw The Days Of The Year Stretching Ahead Like A Series Of Bright, White Boxes, And Separating One Box From Another Was Sleep, Like A Black Shade. Only For Me, The Long Perspective Of Shades That Set Off One Box From The Next Day Had Suddenly Snapped Up, And I Could See Day After Day After Day Glaring Ahead Of Me Like A White, Broad, Infinitely Desolate Avenue.

There Is Nothing Like Puking With Somebody To Make You Into Old Friends.