They Are The We Of

When A Person Knows And Can't Make The Others Understand, What Does He Do?

It Was Like She Was Cheated. Only Nobody Had Cheated Her. So There Was Nobody To Take It Out On. However, Just The Same She Had That Feeling. Cheated.

All Men Are Lonely. But Sometimes It Seems To Me That We Americans Are The Loneliest Of All. Our Hunger For Foreign Places And New Ways Has Been With Us Almost Like A National Disease. Our Literature Is Stamped With A Quality Of Longing And Unrest, And Our Writers Have Been Great Wanderers.

Southerners Are The More Lonely And Spiritually Estranged, I Think, Because We Have Lived So Long In An Artificial Social System That We Insisted Was Natural And Right And Just - When All Along We Knew It Wasn't.

You Don't Know What It Is To Store Up A Lot Of Details And Then Come Upon Something Real.