Writers Who Can't Invent Stories Often Substitute

The Purpose Of Freedom Is To Create It For Others.

You Could Not Pity Anything If You Weren't A Man; Pity Was A Surprise To God. It Was Not His Invention.

We Can't All Be Friends And Relatives As The World Is; Most Of Us Have To Be Strangers.

The Past Exudes Legend: One Can't Make Pure Clay Of Time's Mud.

Overnight Business Could Go Down Enough To Hurt; Yet As A Rule It Slowly Recovered-sometimes It Seemed To Take Forever-went Up, Not High Enough To Be Really Up, Only Not Down.