...and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.

Everything is perfect on the street again, the world is permeated with roses of happiness all the time, but none of us know it. The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.

You were my last chance' she's said but don't all women say that? - But can it be by 'last chance' she doesn't mean mere marriage but some profoundly sad realization of something in me she really needs to go on living, at least that impression coming across anyway on the force of all the gloom we've shared -

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.

Oh my God, sociability is just a big smile and a big smile is nothing but teeth, I wish I could just stay up here and rest and be kind." But somebody brought up some wine and that started me off.

The fact that everybody in the world dreams every night ties all mankind together.

I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing.