Doubt … Is An Illness

And The More He Was Irritated By Her Basic Personality, The More He Was Drawn To Her By A Harsh, Bestial Sensuality, Illusions Of A Moment, Which Ended In Hate.

One Must Always Hope When One Is Desperate, And Doubt When One Hopes.

And He Beholds The Moon; Like A Rounded Fragment Of Ice Filled With Motionless Light.

There Is Not A Particle Of Life Which Does Not Bear Poetry Within It

Years Passed; And He Endured The Idleness Of His Intelligence And The Inertia Of His Heart.