Outside The Sky Is Light With Stars

I Love The Rain. I Want The Feeling Of It On My Face.

Can One Do Nothing For The Dead? And For A Long Time The Answer Had Been - Nothing!

In Fact, Isn't It A Joy - There Is Hardly A Greater One - To Find A New Book, A Living Book, And To Know That It Will Remain With You While Life Lasts?

How Hard It Is To Escape From Places. However Carefully One Goes They Hold You — You Leave Little Bits Of Yourself Fluttering On The Fences — Like Rags And Shreds Of Your Very Life.

I Saw Myself Driving Through Eternity In A Timeless Taxi.