In Youth There Are Always Two Forces

The Writer, An Old Man With A White Moustache, Had Some Difficulty Getting Into Bed.

Realism, In So Far As The Word Means Reality To Life, Is Always Bad Art.

I Am A Lover And Have Not Found My Thing To Love. That Is A Big Point If You Know Enough To Realize What I Mean. It Makes My Destruction Inevitable, You See. There Are Few Who Understand That.

It Is No Use. I Find It Impossible To Work With Security Staring Me In The Face.

I Am A Lover And Have Not Found My Thing To Love.