To Take My Work Seriously Would Be

I Have Given Up Considering Happiness As Relevant.

The Helpful Thought For Which You Look Is Written Somewhere In A Book.

The World May Think It Idiotic, Nor Care At All We're Symbiotic, But I Will Say At Once And Twice: I Find It Nice. I Find It Nice.

All The Things You Can Talk About In Anyone's Work Are The Things That Are Least Important.

Neither Mine Nor Other People's Prospects Seem Particularly Pleasing Just At The Moment, And I Have Fantasies Of Going To Iceland, Never To Return. As It Is, I Tell Myself Not To Remember The Past, Not To Hope Or Fear For The Future, And Not To Think In The Present, A Comprehensive Program That Will Undoubtedly Have Very Little Success.