A Man Kept His Character Even When

We Can Love With Our Minds, But Can We Love Only With Our Minds? Love Extends Itself All The Time, So That We Can Love Even With Our Senseless Nails: We Love Even With Our Clothes, So That A Sleeve Can Feel A Sleeve.

We Are All Of Us Resigned To Death: It's Life We Aren't Resigned To.

A Writer Doesn't Write For His Readers, Does He? Yet He Has To Take Elementary Precautions All The Same, To Make Them Comfortable.

I Can Never Think Of You As A Friend. You Can Do Without A Friend.

We Remember The Details Of Our Story, We Do Not Invent Them.