Of Course I Want To Be Good,

Loneliness Is More Likely To Lead To Fussy Housekeeping Than To Grand Views Of The Universe.

My Obsessions Used To Be My Protectors, But Now They Have Taken Me Prisoner.

Attachments And Bereavements Are Inseparable.

After I Have Said What Is Required By My Vanity And My Morality, I May Find A Moment For Truth.

I Feel Disappointed, But I Don't Remember Just What I Expected.