A Work-room Should Be Like

The Sky Was A Midnight-blue, Like Warm, Deep, Blue Water, And The Moon Seemed To Lie On It Like A Water-lily, Floating Forward With An Invisible Current.

Freedom So Often Means That One Isn't Needed Anywhere.

People Live Through Such Pain Only Once. Pain Comes Again—but It Finds A Tougher Surface.

Personal Hatred And Family Affection Are Not Incompatible; They Often Flourish And Grow Strong Together.

It Is Cremated Youth. It Is All Yours--no One Gave It To You.