To What Will Love Not Stoop!

The Old Endless Chain Of Love, Tolerance, Indifference, Aversion And Disgust

The Memory Came Faint And Cold Of The Story I Might Have Told, A Story In The Likeness Of My Life, I Mean Without The Courage To End Or The Strength To Go On.

Yes, In My Life, Since We Must Call It So, There Were Three Things, The Inability To Speak, The Inability To Be Silent, And Solitude, That’s What I’ve Had To Make The Best Of.

I Did Not Want To Write, But I Had To Resign Myself To It In The End.

The End Is In The Beginning And Yet You Go On.