There Was A Brief Silence. I Think

The Pain Of Not Knowing What To Do Was Exceeded Only By That Of Knowing What I Had Done.

Quiet Heroism Or Youthful Idealism, Or Both? What Do We Know? That Life Without Heroism And Idealism Is Not Worth Living - Or That Either Can Be Fatal?

Sometimes I Amaze Even Myself.

And Then I Did What I Had Never Done In His Presence, Much Less In His Arms. I Cried.

Some Were Brilliant Bordering On Genius. Others, Genius Bordering On Madness