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Resentment Is The Most Precious Flower Of Poverty.

There Was Hope In Him, And Soon Perhaps The Outline Of His Journey Would Take Form.

I Think We Look For The Differences In People Because It Makes Us Less Lonely.

But The Hearts Of Small Children Are Delicate Organs. A Cruel Beginning In This World Can Twist Them Into Curious Shapes. The Heart Of A Hurt Child Can Shrink So That Forever Afterward It Is Hard And Pitted As The Seed Of A Peach. Or Again, The Heart Of Such A Child May Fester And Swell Until It Is A Misery To Carry Within The Body, Easily Chafed And Hurt By The Most Ordinary Things.

I Live With The People I Create And It Has Always Made My Essential Loneliness Less Keen.