The Human Heart Is Not Yet So

With The Most Infinite Tenderness I Have Ever Known In My Life, He Put His Arms Around Me, Gently, Gently, And I Embraced Him Around The Neck, And We Touched.

Could She Fall So Low? No, There Were Limits, And She Believed She Still Knew Where Some Of Them Were.

There Seems To Be A Kind Of Order In The Universe…in The Movement Of The Stars And The Turning Of The Earth And The Changing Of The Seasons. But Human Life Is Almost Pure Chaos. Everyone Takes His Stance, Asserts His Own Right And Feelings, Mistaking The Motives Of Others, And His Own.

There Is No Such Thing As An Exact Synonym And No Such Thing As An Unmixed Motive.

A Story Is Like Something You Wind Out Of Yourself. Like A Spider, It Is A Web You Weave, And You Love Your Story Like A Child.