Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves$$$<br>As souls only understand souls.

I am not to speak to you$$$ I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone$$$ I am to wait$$$ I do not doubt I am to meet you again$$$ I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

Thank God for the aged and for age itself$$$ and illness and the grave. When we are old and ill$$$ and particularly in the coffin$$$ it is no trouble to behave.

Life is too bitter already$$$ without territories and wars and noble feuds.

Grown-ups have developed an unpleasant habit of comforting themselves for their degradation by pretending that children are childish.

Do you think that they$$$ with their Battles$$$ Famine$$$ Black Death and Serfdom$$$ were less enlightened than we are$$$ with our Wars$$$ Blockade$$$ Influenza$$$ and Conscription?

Make it dark$$$ make it grim$$$ make it tough$$$ but then$$$ for the love of God$$$ tell a joke.

The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth$$$ and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.

And you'll sit beside me$$$ and we'll look$$$ not at visions$$$ but at realities.

I'm single because I was born that way.