People Never Want To Be Told Anything

I Am Manuel. I Have Lived In The Loneliness Which Is Common To All Men, But The Difference Is That I Have Known It. Now It Is Necessary For Me, As It Is Necessary For All Men, To Die In This Same Loneliness, And I Know That There Is No Help For It.

I Fight Against The Gluttony Of Time With So Many Very Amusing Weapons With Gestures And With Three Attitudes And With Charming Phrases; With Tears And With Tinsel, And With Sugar-coated Pills, And With Platitudes Slightly Regilded. Yes, And I Fight Him Also With Little Mirrors Wherein Gleam Confusedly The Corruptions Of Lust, And Ruddy Loyalty, And A Bit Of Moonshine, And The Pure Diamond Of The Heart's Desire, And The Opal Cloudings Of Human Compromise: But, Above All, I Fight That Ravening Dotard With The Strength Of My Own Folly.

People Marry Through A Variety Of Other Reasons, And With Varying Results: But To Marry For Love Is To Invite Inevitable Tragedy.

Whatever Pretended Pessimists In Search Of Notoriety May Say, Most People Are Naturally Kind, At Heart.

I Do That Which I Do In Every Place. Here Also, At The Gateway Of That Garden Into Which Time Has Not Entered, I Fight With Time My Ever-losing Battle, Because To Do That Diverts Me.