The Truth Is How You Say It,

Yes, We Who Are Full To The Gorge With Misery Should Look Well Around, Doubting Everything Seen, Done, Spoken, Precisely Because We Have A Word For It, And Not Its Alchemy

We Are Adhering To Life Now With Our Last Muscle - The Heart.

“god,” She Cried, “what Is Love? Man Seeking His Own Head? The Human Head, So Rented By Misery That Even The Teeth Weigh! She Couldn't Tell Me The Truth Because She Had Never Planned It; Her Life Was A Continual Accident, And How Can You Be Prepared For That? Everything We Can't Bear In This World, Some Day We Find In One Person, And Love It All At Once.”

I Have Been Loved,' She Said, 'by Something Strange, And It Has Forgotten Me.

Life Is Painful, Nasty And Short.. In My Case It Has Only Been Painful And Nasty.