That Was The Tragedy. Not That One

The Profoundest Distances Are Never Geographical.

Alive. Alive In The Way That Death Is Alive.

That's The Trouble With Provincial Life. Everyone Knows Everyone And There Is No Mystery. No Romance.

Hazard Has Conditioned Us To Live In Hazard. All Our Pleasures Are Dependent On It. Even Though I Arrange For A Pleasure, And Look Forward To It, My Eventual Enjoyment Of It Is Still A Matter Of Hazard. Wherever Time Passes, There Is Hazard.

It Is Not Only Species Of Animal That Die Out, But Whole Species Of Feeling. And If You Are Wise You Will Never Pity The Past For What It Did Not Know, But Pity Yourself For What It Did.