She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
The goal is to know how not-to-know.
No man is a man unless to his woman he is a pioneer.
Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
California is a queer place in a way, it has turned its back on the world, and looks into the void Pacific. It is absolutely selfish, very empty, but not false, and at least, not full of false effort.