Life Breaks All Of Us

Cheer Up,' I Said. 'all Countries Look Just Like The Moving Pictures.

His Talent Was As Natural As The Pattern That Was Made By The Dust On A Butterfly's Wings. At One Time He Understood It No More Than The Butterfly Did And He Did Not Know When It Was Brushed Or Marred.

Love Is Infinitely More Endurable Than Hate.

I Read My Own Books Sometimes To Cheer Me When It Is Hard To Write, And Then I Remember That It Was Always Difficult, And How Nearly Impossible It Was Sometimes.

But Perhaps He Had Enough Animal Strength And Detached Intelligence That He Could Make Another Start.