The Pale, Cold Light Of The Winter

When Kindness Has Left People, Even For A Few Moments, We Become Afraid Of Them, As If Their Reason Had Left Them.

The Only Thing Very Noticeable About Nebraska Was That It Was Still, All Day Long, Nebraska.

People Have To Snatch At Happiness When They Can, In This World. It Is Always Easier To Lose Than To Find.

Oh, This Is The Joy Of The Rose; That It Blows, And Goes.

After All, The Supreme Virtue In All Art Is Soul, Perhaps It Is The Only Thing Which Gives Art A Right To Be.