One Wastes So Much Time, One Is

I Know That I Have Found Fulfillment. I Have An Object In Life, A Task ... A Passion.

It Is Sad, No Doubt, To Exhaust One's Strength And One's Days In Cleaving The Bosom Of This Jealous Earth, Which Compels Us To Wring From It The Treasures Of Its Fertility, When A Bit Of The Blackest And Coarsest Bread Is, At The End Of The Day's Work, The Sole Recompense And The Sole Profit Attaching To So Arduous A Toil.

Punctuation Has Its Own Philosophy, Just As Style Does, Although Not As Language Does. Style Is A Good Understanding Of Language, Punctuation Is A Good Understanding Of Style.

Once My Heart Was Captured, Reason Was Shown The Door, Deliberately And With A Sort Of Frantic Joy. I Accepted Everything, I Believed Everything, Without Struggle, Without Suffering, Without Regret, Without False Shame. How Can One Blush For What One Adores?

The Old Woman I Shall Become Will Be Quite Different From The Woman I Am Now. Another I Is Beginning.