...the Play Of The Toughest

A Sub-clerk In The Post-office Is The Equal Of A Conqueror If Consciousness Is Common To Them.

One Recognizes One's Course By Discovering The Paths That Stray From It.

Your Successes And Happiness Are Forgiven You Only If You Generously Consent To Share Them.

I Grew Up With The Sea, And Poverty For Me Was Sumptuous; Then I Lost The Sea And Found All Luxuries Gray And Poverty Unbearable.

In That Night Alive With Signs And Stars, I Opened Myself To The Gentle Indifference Of The World. Finding It So Much Like Myself--like A Brother, Really--i Felt That I Had Been Happy And That I Was Happy Again.