Of All The Bewildering Things About A

A Man Long Accustomed To Admire His Wife In General, Seldom Pauses To Admire Her In A Particular Gown Or Attitude, Unless His Attention Is Directed To Her By The Appreciative Gaze Of Another Man.

A Child's Attitude Toward Everything Is An Artist's Attitude.

This Is Reality, Whether You Like It Or Not--all Those Frivolities Of Summer, The Light And Shadow, The Living Mask Of Green That Trembled Over Everything, They Were Lies, And This Is What Was Underneath. This Is The Truth.

I Had Killed A Big Snake. I Was Now A Big Fellow.

The Heart Of Another Is A Dark Forest, Always, No Matter How Close It Has Been To One's Own.