Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.

But there are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse

You always pay too much. Particularly for promises. There aint no such thing as a bargain promise.

He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the words and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.

By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.

He poured the tumbler full. Drink up, he said. The world goes on. We have dancing nightly and this night is no exception. The straight and the winding way are one and now that you are here what do the years count since last we two met together? Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.

The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.