You Seemed So Desperate, Like You Might

I Will Think Of You Every Time I Need To Be Reminded That There Is Beauty And Goodness In The World.

I Stumbled Out Into The Courtyard To Try To Flee My Misery, But Of Course We Can Never Flee The Misery That Is Within Us.

Sadness Was A Very Heavy Thing.

And Then I Became Aware Of All The Magnificent Silk Wrapped Around My Body, And Had The Feeling I Might Drown In Beauty. At That Moment, Beauty Itself Struck Me As A Kind Of Painful Melancholy.

Memoirs Give The Knowledge About The Author And His Environment. They Are Different From Biography. Memoirs Do Not Get Ahead, And The Man Who Writes A Biography Looks At His Future Like At A Very Simple Thing.