Summer Makes A Silence After Spring.

It Is No Good My Telling You. One Never Believes Other People's Experiencem And One Is Only Very Gradually Convinced By One's Own.

That Pathetic Short-cut Suggested By Nature The Supreme Joker As A Remedy For Our Loneliness, That Ephemeral Communion Which We Persuade Ourselves To Be Of The Spirit When It Is In Fact Only Of The Body - Durable Not Even In Memory!

Tools Have Their Own Integrity.

I Worshipped Dead Men For Their Strength, Forgetting I Was Strong.

A Man And His Tools Make A Man And His Trade.