Desire Grows By What It Feeds On.

An Old House With Its Windows Gone Always Makes Me Think Of Something Dead With Its Eyes Picked Out.

It's Dreadful What Little Things Lead People To Misunderstand Each Other.

When I Left Queen's My Future Seemed To Stretch Out Before Me Like A Straight Road. I Thought I Could See Along It For Many A Milestone. Now There Is A Bend In It. I Don't Know What Lies Around The Bend, But I'm Going To Believe That The Best Does.

A Favor Is Never So Long-lived As A Grudge.

Walter's Eyes Were Very Wonderful. All The Joy And Sorrow And Laughter And Loyalty And Aspirations Of Many Generations Lying Under The Sod Looked Out Of Their Dark-gray Depths.