Life Is Not So Long That One

Let Your Tears Roll Tonight, But Tomorrow You Will Start The Battle Again. What Defeats Us, Always, Is Just Our Own Sorrow.

For It Is Often The Way We Look At Other People That Imprisons Them Within Their Own Narrowest Allegiances. And It Is Also The Way We Look At Them That May Set Them Free.

God, She Was Beautiful - My First Image Of The Orient - A Woman Such As Only The Desert Poet Knew How To Praise: Her Face Was The Sun, Her Hair The Protecting Shadow, Her Eyes Fountains Of Cool Water, Her Body The Most Slender Of Palm-trees And Her Smile A Mirage.

Life Is Not So Long That One Can Grow Tired Of It

A Life Spent Writing Has Taught Me To Be Wary Of Words. Those That Seem Clearest Are Often The Most Treacherous.