To Be Happy, We Must Not Be

I Would Like To Be Able To Breathe— To Be Able To Love Her By Memory Or Fidelity. But My Heart Aches. I Love You Continuously, Intensely.

Yes, And When The Love Of Life Disappears, No Meaning Can Console Us.

Peace Is The Only Battle Worth Waging.

Happiness Implied A Choice, And Within That Choice A Concerted Will, A Lucid Desire.

Yes, Everything Is Simple. It's People Who Complicate Things.