Yesterday One Has Wished, To-day One Attains

I Expected So Much From Life And If I Had Not Seen It So Close, I Would To This Day Be Expecting Something. What Treasures I Discovered In My Own Soul - Where Are They All? I Have Exchanged Them For The World's Coin, Given My Frankness, My First Passion - And For What? For Bitter Disillusionment, For The Knowledge That All Is Deception, All Is Brittle, That One Can Place Trust Neither In Oneself Nor In Others - And I Have Come To Fear Both Others And Myself. I Have Not Been Able, Along With This Analysis, To Accept The Trifles Of Life And Be Content With Them, As Many Others Do.

Yesterday One Has Wished, To-day One Attains The Madly Longed-for Object, And To-morrow One Will Blush To Think That One Ever Desired It.

The Trouble Is That No Devastating Or Redeeming Fires Have Ever Burnt In My Life.... My Life Began By Flickering Out.

When You Don't Know What You're Living For, You Don't Care How You Live From One Day To The Next. You're Happy The Day Has Passed And The Night Has Come, And In Your Sleep You Bury The Tedious Question Of What You Lived For That Day And What You're Going To Live For Tomorrow.

It Is A Trick Among The Dishonest To Offer Sacrifices That Are Not Needed, Or Not Possible, To Avoid Making Those That Are Required.