Sometimes The Earth Trembles; Sometimes You Can

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

I Sit At My Window And The Words Fly Past Me Like Birds — With God's Help I Catch Some.

For The First Time She Had Dimly Realized That Only The Hopeless Are Starkly Sincere And That Only The Unhappy Can Either Give Or Take Sympathy--even Some Of The Bitter And Dangerous Voluptuousness Of Misery.

A Room Is, After All, A Place Where You Hide From The Wolves. That's All Any Room Is.

We Can't All Be Happy, We Can't All Be Rich, We Can't All Be Lucky - And It Would Be So Much Less Fun If We Were... There Must Be The Dark Background To Show Up The Bright Colours.