The Closest Thing To Being Cared For

I Live With The People I Create And It Has Always Made My Essential Loneliness Less Keen.

The Writer Must Hew The Phantom Rock.

Once You Have Lived With Another, It Is A Great Torture To Have To Live Alone.

I See A Green Tree. And To Me It Is Green. And You Would Call The Tree Green Also. And We Would Agree On This. But Is The Colour You See As Green The Same Colour I See As Green?

The Way I Need You Is A Loneliness I Cannot Bear.