Unkind People Imagine Themselves To Be Inflicting

That Translucent Alabaster Of Our Memories.

Only Imagination And Belief Can Differentiate From The Rest Certain Objects, Certain People, And Can Create An Atmosphere.

We Can Only Be Faithful To What We Remember, And We Remember Only What We Have Known.

We Live Not Alone But Chained To A Creature Of A Different Kingdom: Our Body.

A Man May Have Spent His Life Among The Great Ones Of The Earth, Who To Him Have Been Merely Boring Relatives Or Tedious Acquaintances Because A Familiarity Engendered In The Cradle Had Stripped Them Of All Glamour In His Eyes.