Of Course I Think Of The Past

The Seal, She Lounges Like A Bride,much Too Docile, There's No Doubt;madame Récamier, On Side,(if Such She Has), And Bottom Out.

One's Life Is Peculiar To One's Own When One Has Invented It.

Man Is The Only Thing That Has No Further Use After Something Goes Amiss.

I Like My Human Experience Served Up With A Little Silence And Restraint. Silence Makes Experience Go Further And, When It Does Die, Gives It That Dignity Common To A Thing One Had Touched And Not Ravished

Life Is Not To Be Told, Call It As Loud As You Like, It Will Not Tell Itself.