Time Spent With A Cat Is Never

It Takes Time For The Absent To Assume Their True Shape In Our Thoughts.

Chance, My Master And My Friend, Will, I Feel Sure, Deign Once Again To Send Me The Spirits Of His Unruly Kingdom. All My Trust Is Now In Him- And In Myself. But Above All In Him, For When I Go Under He Always Fishes Me Out, Seizing And Shaking Me Like A Life-saving Dog Whose Teeth Tear My Skin A Little Every Time. So Now, Whenever I Despair, I No Longer Expect My End, But Some Bit Of Luck, Some Commonplace Little Miracle Which, Like A Glittering Link, Will Mend Again The Necklace Of My Days.

By Means Of An Image We Are Often Able To Hold On To Our Lost Belongings. But It Is The Desperateness Of Losing Which Picks The Flowers Of Memory, Binds The Bouquet.

At Sixty-three Years Of Age, Less A Quarter, One Still Has Plans.

There Is No Need To Waste Pity On Young Girls Who Are Having Their Moments Of Disillusionment, For In Another Moment They Will Recover Their Illusion.