I Keep Remembering — I

We Have The Divinity Of Our Great Misery. And Our Solitude, With Its Toilsome Ideas, Tears And Laughter, Is Fatally Divine.

All Lovers In The World Are Alike: They Fall In Love By Chance; They See Each Other, And Are Attached To Each Other By The Features Of Their Faces; They Illuminate Each Other By The Fierce Preference Which Is Akin To Madness; They Assert The Reality Of Illusions; And For A Moment They Change Falsehood Into Truth.

Two Armies At Death-grips — That Is One Great Army Committing Suicide.

At The Touch Of Mankind, Things Wear Away With Heartbreaking Slowness.

There Are Cloudy Moments When One Asks Himself If Men Do Not Deserve All The Disasters Into Which They Rush! No - I Recover Myself - They Do Not Deserve Them. But We, Instead Of Saying "i Wish" Must Say "i Will." And What We Will, We Must Will To Build It, With Order, With Method, Beginning At The Beginning, When Once We Have Been As Far As That Beginning. We Must Not Only Open Our Eyes, But Our Arms, Our Wings.