Oh, The Secret Life Of Man And

She Felt The Essence Of Herself Pulled Finer And Smaller Like Those Streams Of Spun Glass That Pull And Stretch Till There Remains But A Glimmering Illusion. Neither Falling Nor Breaking, The Stream Spins Finer. She Felt Herself Very Small And Ecstatic. Alabama Was In Love.

I Don't Want To Live. I Want To Love First, And Live Incidentally.

Maybe Other People's Ideas Of Us Are Truer Than Our Own.

Love Is Bitter And All There Is, And That The Rest Is For The Emotional Beggars Of The Earth.

Women, Despite The Fact That Nine Out Of Ten Of Them Go Through Life With A Death-bed Air Either Of Snatching-the-last-moment Or With Martyr-resignation, Do Not Die Tomorrow--or The Next Day. They Have To Live On To Any One Of Many Bitter Ends.