If Something Good Has Lost Its Way

There Are Times When I Am Convinced I Am Unfit For Any Human Relationship.

Hiding Places There Are Innumerable, Escape Is Only One, But Possibilities Of Escape, Again, Are As Many As Hiding Places.

Written Kisses Never Arrive At Their Destination; The Ghosts Drink Them Up Along The Way.

I Am In Chains. Don't Touch My Chains.

People Keep Themselves At A Tolerable Height Above An Infernal Abyss Toward Which They Gravitate Only By Putting Out All Their Strength And Lovingly Helping One Another. They Are Tied Together By Ropes, And It's Bad Enough When The Ropes Around An Individual Loosen And He Drops Somewhat Lower Than The Others Into Empty Space; Ghastly When The Ropes Break And He Falls. That's Why We Should Cling To The Others.