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I Don't Want People To Love Me. It Makes For Obligations.

It Is Restful, Tragedy, Because One Knows That There Is No More Lousy Hope Left. You Know You're Caught, Caught At Last Like A Rat With All The World On Its Back. And The Only Thing Left To Do Is Shout - Not Moan, Or Complain, But Yell Out At The Top Of Your Voice Whatever It Was You Had To Say. What You've Never Said Before. What Perhaps You Don't Even Know Till Now.

Beauty, Real Beauty, Is Something Very Grave. If There Is A God, He Must Be Partly That.

One Can Make One's Life A Complete Misery, Worrying About Burglaries And Shipwrecks, But Ask Anyone, Anyone You Know ... Earth-shattering Disasters And Fabulous Inheritances All Seems To Take Place Exclusively In The Newspapers.

Are You In Earnest? Seize This Very Minute! Boldness Has Genius, Power, And Magic In It. Only Engage, And Then The Mind Grows Heated. Begin, And Then The Work Will Be Completed.