The beauty of the world which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. - Virginia Woolf

The beauty of the world...has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.

While fame impedes and constricts, obscurity wraps about a man like a mist; obscurity is dark, ample, and free; obscurity lets the mind take its way unimpeded. Over the obscure man is poured the merciful suffusion of darkness. None knows where he goes or comes. He may seek the truth and speak it; he alone is free; he alone is truthful, he alone is at peace.

I am drowning, my dear, in seas of fire.