I Had Only A Little Time Left

I Felt As I Hadn't Felt For Ages. I Had A Foolish Desire To Burst Into Tears. For The First Time I'd Realized How All These People Loathed Me.

It Is Always Easy To Be Logical. It Is Almost Impossible To Be Logical To The Bitter End.

But In Order To Speak About All And To All, One Has To Speak Of What All Know And Of The Reality Common To Us All. The Seas, Rains, Necessity, Desire, The Struggle Against Death--these Are Things That Unite Us All. We Resemble One Another In What We See Together, In What We Suffer Together. Dreams Change From Individual, But The Reality Of The World Is Common To Us All. Striving Towards Realism Is Therefore Legitimate, For It Is Basically Related To The Artistic Adventure.

Once One's Up Against It, The Precise Manner Of One's Death Has Obviously Small Importance.

Autumn Is A Second Spring When Every Leaf Is A Flower.