We Must Never Be Afraid To Go

We Become Moral When We Are Unhappy.

Everything That Seems Imperishable Tends To Extinguishment.

When One Becomes For An Instant One's Former Self, That Is To Say Different From What One Has Been For Some Time Past, One's Sensibility, Being No Longer Dulled By Habit, Receives From The Slightest Stimulus Vivid Impressions Which Make Everything That Has Preceded Them Fade Into Insignificance, Impressions To Which, Because Of Their Intensity, We Attach Ourselves With The Momentary Enthusiasm Of A Drunkard.

We See Things But We Don't See Them, Like Things That Slid Through The Mind, One Flowing Into Another.

Our Shadows, Now Parallel, Now Close Together And Joined, Traced An Exquisite Pattern At Our Feet.