All Spiritual Journeys Are Martyrdoms

Do As The Beautiful Woman: See To Your Figure And Your Petticoats. Though, Of Course, I Am Not Speaking Literally.

I'm Not Willing Just To Be Tolerated. That Wounds My Love Of Love And Of Liberty.

I Love Cats Because I Enjoy My Home; And Little By Little, They Become Its Visible Soul.

In Two Weeks, Despite These Notes, I Shall No Longer Believe In What I Am Experiencing Now. One Must Leave Behind A Trace Of This Journey Which Memory Forgets. One Must, When This Is Impossible, Write Or Draw Without Responding To The Romantic Solicitations Of Pain, Without Enjoying Suffering Like Music, Tieing A Pen To One's Foot If Need Be, Helping The Doctors Who Can Learn Nothing From Laziness.

Tact In Audacity Is Knowing How Far You Can Go Without Going Too Far.