You Have To Learn A Few Things,

Every Object Strives For Its Proper Place. A Book Seeks To Be Near Its Truest Admirer. Just As This Helpless Moth Seeks To Be Near The Candle That Infatuates Him.

I Sometimes Seem To Myself To Wander Around The World Merely Accumulating Material For Future Nostalgias.

All You Who Sleep Tonight Far From The Ones You Love, No Hand To Left Or Right, An Emptiness Above-- Know That You Aren't Alone. The Whole World Shares Your Tears, Some For Two Nights Or One, And Some For All Your Years.

Dear Though The Reader Might Be, I'd Be Silly To Cater To What The Reader Wanted.

Is It Not Love That Knows How To Make Smooth Things Rough And Rough Things Smooth?