Those Who Arrive At The End Of

And Now You Live Dispersed On Ribbon Roads, And No Man Knows Or Cares Who Is His Neighbor Unless His Neighbor Makes Too Much Disturbance, But All Dash To And Fro In Motor Cars, Familiar With The Roads And Settled Nowhere.

Men Live By Forgetting And Woman Live On Memories.

Humankind Cannot Bear Very Much Reality.

Philosophy: A Purple Bullfinch In A Lilac Tree.

Stand On The Highest Pavement Of The Stair- Lean On A Garden Urn- Weave, Weave The Sunlight In Your Hair.