There Is No Forgiveness In Nature.

It So Difficult To Know What The People We Love Really Need.

Thought Itself Needs Words. It Runs On Them Like A Long Wire. And If It Loses The Habit Of Words, Little By Little It Becomes Shapeless, Somber.

We Cannot Bear To Regard Ourselves Simply As Playthings Of Blind Chance, We Cannot Admit To Feeling Ourselves Abandoned.

Memories Are Like Stones, Time And Distance Erode Them Like Acid.

When I Say "i," I Mean A Thing Absolutely Unique, Not To Be Confused With Any Other.