Some Must Cry So That Others May

Age Seldom Arrives Smoothly Or Quickly. It's More Often A Succession Of Jerks.

Before I Could Read, Almost A Baby, I Imagined That God, This Strange Thing Or Person I Heard About, Was A Book.

Cold - Cold As Truth, Cold As Life. No, Nothing Can Be As Cold As Life.

Even The One Moment That You Thought Was Your Eternity Fades Out And Is Forgotten And Dies.

Every Word I Say Has Chains Round Its Ankles; Every Thought I Think Is Weighted With Heavy Weights. Since I Was Born, Hasn't Every Word I've Said, Every Thought I've Thought, Everything I've Done, Been Tied Up, Weighted, Chained? And Mind You, I Know That With All This I Don't Succeed. Or I Succeed In Flashes Only Too Damned Well. ...but Think How Hard I Try And How Seldom I Dare. Think - And Have A Bit Of Pity. That Is, If You Ever Think, You Apes, Which I Doubt.