We each live in a private, distorted, individual world - stars turning in space, warmed for a moment by each other's light, then lost in infinite dis….

I would, if I could, always feed to music. The singularly graceless action of thus filling one's body with roots and dead animals and powdered grain ….

it is the brevity of life which makes it tolerable; its experiences have value because they have an end..

You are quite, quite wrong if you think that ... I find your happiness painful. What matters is that happiness - the golden day - should exist in the….