People Live Through Such Pain Only Once.

Old People, Who Have Felt Blows And Toil And Known The World's Hard Hand, Need, Even More Than Children Do, A Woman's Tenderness.

For Ever And Anon The Soul Becomes Weary Of The Conventions That Are Not Of It, And With A Single Stroke Shatters The Civilized Lies With Which It Is Unable To Cope, And The Strong Arm Reaches Out And Takes By Force What It Cannot Win By Cunning.

Youth, When It Is Hurt, Likes To Feel Itself Betrayed.

Let Your Fiction Grow Out Of The Land Beneath Your Feet.

I Ain't Got Time To Learn. I Can Work Like Mans Now.