The Gap Between Compassion And

When You Love A City And Have Explored It Frequently On Foot, Your Body, Not To Mention Your Soul, Gets To Know The Streets So Well After A Number Of Years That In A Fit Of Melancholy, Perhaps Stirred By A Light Snow Falling Ever So Sorrowfully, You'll Discover Your Legs Carrying You Of Their Own Accord Toward One Of Your Favourite Promontories

I Need The Pain Of Loneliness To Make My Imagination Work.

Immersing Oneself In The Problems Of A Book Is A Good Way To Keep From Thinking Of Love.

My Unhappiness Protects Me From Life.

Happiness Is Laughing Together.