Thoughts Fly And Words Go On Foot.

A Child's Fear Is A World Whose Dark Corners Are Quite Unknown To Grownup People; It Has Its Sky And Its Abysses, A Sky Without Stars, Abysses Into Which No Light Can Ever Penetrate.

The Man I Am Will Always Raise A Protest Against The Man I Wanted To Be And The Two Will Live Together To The End, But The Man I Wanted To Be Will Be The One On Whom Judgement Will Be Passed.

Yesterday, Happiness Came In Suddenly, As It Used To, And Remained For A Moment In The Great, Dark, Silent Drawing Room.

Our Life Is A Book That Writes Itself And Whose Principal Themes Sometimes Escape Us. We Are Like Characters In A Novel Who Do Not Always Understand What The Author Wants Of Them.

I Am Probably Exaggerating A Little, But I Owe My Equilibrium To Ink And Paper.