When One Has Not Long To Live,

There Are Many Things In Your Heart You Can Never Tell To Another Person. They Are You, Your Private Joys And Sorrows, And You Can Never Tell Them. You Cheapen Yourself, The Inside Of Yourself, When You Tell Them.

I'm Not Always Sincere. One Can't Be In This World, You Know.

I'm Tired And Nervous And I'm In America. Here You Don't Know That You Live.

I Want To Be Left Alone.

All Alike, You Men. You Only Want The Satisfaction Of Being Through With Us First, That's All. So Far I've Had The Good Fortune Of Beating You To It. So I Am Heartless.