There Is A Life And There Is

Maman Died Today. Or Yesterday Maybe, I Don't Know. I Got A Telegram From The Home: 'mother Deceased. Funeral Tomorrow. Faithfully Yours.' That Doesn't Mean Anything. Maybe It Was Yesterday.

A Man Is More A Man Through The Things He Keeps To Himself Than Through Those He Says.

Without Work All Life Goes Rotten.

Beauty Is Unbearable, Drives Us To Despair, Offering Us For A Minute The Glimpse Of An Eternity That We Should Like To Stretch Out Over The Whole Of Time.

The Temptation Shared By All Forms Of Intelligence: Cynicism.