...our Impulses Are Too Strong For Our

Don't Think Of What's Past!" Said She. "i Am Not Going To Think Outside Of Now. Why Should We! Who Knows What Tomorrow Has In Store?

You Are Joseph The Dreamer Of Dreams, Dear Jude. And A Tragic Don Quixote. And Sometimes You Are St. Stephen, Who, While They Were Stoning Him, Could See Heaven Opened. Oh, My Poor Friend And Comrade, You'll Suffer Yet!

Always Wanting Another Man Than Your Own.

Silence Has Sometimes A Remarkable Power Of Showing Itself As The Disembodied Soul Of Feeling Wandering Without Its Carcase, And It Is Then More Impressive Than Speech.

This Hobble Of Being Alive Is Rather Serious, Don’t You Think So?