In This World People Have

Even The Wicked Get Worse Than They Deserve.

Merely Having Seen The Season Change In A Country Gave One The Sense Of Having Been There For A Long Time.

The World Is Little, People Are Little, Human Life Is Little. There Is Only One Big Thing — Desire.

All The Intelligence And Talent In The World Can't Make A Singer. The Voice Is A Wild Thing. It Can't Be Bred In Captivity. It Is A Sport, Like The Silver Fox. It Happens.

Art And Religion (they Are The Same Thing, In The End, Of Course) Have Given Man The Only Happiness He Has Ever Had.