The Divine Art Is The Story.

I Have Before Seen Other Countries, In The Same Manner, Give Themselves To You When You Are About To Leave Them.

A Giraffe Is So Much A Lady That One Refrains From Thinking Of Her Legs, But Remembers Her As Floating Over The Plains In Long Garb, Draperies Of Morning Mist Her Mirage.

You Must Not Think That I Feel, In Spite Of It Having Ended In Such Defeat, That My "life Has Been Wasted" Here, Or That I Would Exchange It With That Of Anyone I Know.

Humanity Has Made A Great Error In Seizing On A Certain Moment, No More Intrinsically Notable Than Any Other Moment And Has Called It Birth. The Habit Of Honoring One Single Instant Of The Universal Process To The Disadvantage Of Other Instants Has Done More, Perhaps, Than Anything To Obfuscate The Crystal Clearness Of The Fundamental Flux.

When We Are Young The Idea Of Death Or Failure Is Intolerable To Us; Even The Possibility Of Ridicule We Cannot Bear. But We Have Also An Unconquerable Faith In Our Own Stars, And In The Impossibility Of Anything Venturing To Go Against Us. As We Grow Old We Slowly Come To Believe That Everything Will Turn Out Badly For Us, And That Failure Is In The Nature Of Things, But Then We Do Not Much Mind What Happens To Us One Way Or The Other. In This Way A Balance Is Obtained.