Truth Is What Most Contradicts Itself.

Frost In January Minus 20 For A Week. Dead Birds Frozen On The Branch—they Fall With The First Thaw Like Ripe Fruit—death-ripened. We Shall All End Like Them—just A Stain In The Snow.

The Appalling Thing Is The Degree Of Charity Women Are Capable Of. You See It All The Time... Love Lavished On Absolute Fools. Love's A Charity Ward, You Know.

Sorrow Is Implicit In Love As Gravitation Is Implicit In Mass.

Our Inventions Mirror Our Secret Wishes.

We Are All Hunting For Rational Reasons For Believing In The Absurd.