It Is Splendid To Be A Great

Isn’t ‘not To Be Bored’ One Of The Principal Goals Of Life?

Are The Days Of Winter Sunshine Just As Sad For You, Too? When It Is Misty, In The Evenings, And I Am Out Walking By Myself, It Seems To Me That The Rain Is Falling Through My Heart And Causing It To Crumble Into Ruins.

I Do Not Like To "interest" The Public With Myself.

Everything, Even Herself, Was Now Unbearable To Her. She Wished That, Taking Wing Like A Bird, She Could Fly Somewhere, Far Away To Regions Of Purity, And There Grow Young Again.

Writing History Is Like Drinking An Ocean And Pissing A Cupful.