You Know You Are Truly Alive When

I Do Not See Eye To Eye With The Camera.

To Me, The Explanation Of Life Seems To Be Its Melody, Its Pattern. And I Feel In Life Such An Infinite, Truly Inconceivable Fantasy.

Through The Loveliness And Power Of Her Dream World She Was Now, In Her Old Frock And Botched Shoes, Very Likely The Loveliest, Mightiest And Most Dangerous Person On Earth

Human Talk Is A Centrifugal Function, Ever In Flight Outwards From What Is On The Talker's Mind.

I Do Not Know If You Remember The Tale Of The Girl Who Saves The Ship Under Mutiny By Sitting On The Powder Barrel With Her Lighted Torch... And All The Time Knowing That It Is Empty? This Has Seemed To Me A Charming Image Of The Women Of My Time. There They Were, Keeping The World In Order... By Sitting On The Mystery Of Life, And Knowing Themselves That There Was No Mystery.