As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places.
I had little talent for happiness.
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.
Make sense who may. I switch off.
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.