The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be--

since feelings come first, who cares about the syntax of things?

By the way, a gendarme assured me this is not a prison.

An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects

when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because.

For surely as each November has its April, mysteries only are significant; and one mystery-of-mysteries creates them all: nothing false and possible is love (who's imagined,therefore limitless) love's to giving as to keeping's give; as yes is to if,love is to yes

i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any--lifted from the no of all nothing--human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)