A Small Step In A Good Direction.

Words Are Less Needful To Sorrow Than To Joy.

Now And Then One Sees A Face Which Has Kept Its Smile Pure And Undefiled. It Is A Woman's Face Usually; Often A Face Which Has Trace Of Great Sorrow All Over It, Till The Smile Breaks. Such A Smile Transfigures: Such A Smile, If The Artful But Knew It, Is The Greatest Weapon A Face Can Have.

I Think That All Of Us Are 5-year-olds And We Don't Want To Be Embarrassed In The Schoolyard.

As Soon As I Began, It Seemed Impossible To Write Fast Enough – I Wrote Faster Than I Would Write A Letter – Two Thousand To Three Thousand Words In A Morning, And I Cannot Help It.

Oh, Write Of Me, Not Died In Bitter Pains, But Emigrated To Another Star!