There Is No Triumph Of Good, And

Then I Felt Too That I Might Take This Opportunity To Tie Up A Few Loose Ends, Only Of Course Loose Ends Can Never Be Properly Tied, One Is Always Producing New Ones. Time, Like The Sea, Unties All Knots. Judgements On People Are Never Final, They Emerge From Summings Up Which At Once Suggest The Need Of A Reconsideration. Human Arrangements Are Nothing But Loose Ends And Hazy Reckoning, Whatever Art May Otherwise Pretend In Order To Console Us.

Being In Love Is An Exhausting Business.

Daytime Sleep Is A Cursed Slumber From Which One Wakes In Despair.

Another Person's Illness Is Often Harder To Bear Than One's Own.

I Am Not Famous For Anything In Particular. I Am Just Famous.