Our Love Of Each Other Was Like

I Palliate The Sufferings Of Others. Yes I See Myself As Softening The Blows, Dissolving Acids, Neutralizing Poisons, Every Moment Of The Day. I Try To Fulfill The Wishes Of Others, To Perform Miracles. I Exert Myself Performing Miracles.

The Period Without The Diary Remains An Ordeal. Every Evening I Want My Diary As One Wants Opium.

I Have Seen Romanticism Outlast The Realistic. I Have Seen Men Forget The Beautiful Women They Have Possessed, Forget The Prostitutes, And Remember The First Woman They Idolized, The Woman They Could Never Have. The Woman Who Aroused Them Romantically Holds Them.

The Unconscious Can Become Destructive If It Is Disregarded And Thwarted.

The Personal, If It Is Deep Enough, Becomes Universal, Mythical, Symbolic.