They Would Grow Old. They Would Forget

I Can't Be Satisfied With The Colossal Job Of Merely Living.

Oh, Something Is There, Waiting For Me. Perhaps Someday The Revelation Will Burst In Upon Me And I Will See The Other Side Of This Monumental Grotesque Joke. And Then I'll Laugh. And Then I'll Know What Life Is.

I Have Stitched Life Into Me Like A Rare Organ

Let Me Live, Love And Say It Well In Good Sentences.

A Terrible Depression Yesterday. Visions Of My Life Petering Out Into A Kind Of Soft-brained Stupor From Lack Of Use.