Everyone In The World Is Christ And

Dare To Be Strong And Courageous. That Is The Road. Venture Anything.

From The Place By The Railing At The Edge Of The Tracks On The Summer Evening I Return Across The City To My Own Room. I Am Vividly Aware Of My Own Life That Escaped The Winter On The Boat. How Many Such Lives I Have Lived. Then I Only Made A Dollar And A Half A Day And Now I Sometimes Make More Than That In A Few Minutes. How Wonderful To Be Able To Write Words. ... Again I Begin The Endless Game Of Reconstructing My Own Life, Jerking It Out Of The Shell That Dies, Striving To Breathe Into It Beauty And Meaning. ... I Wonder Why My Life, Why All Lives, Are Not More Beautiful.

Friends You Have, People You Love, Die And Are Born Again.

Nothing Gives Quite The Satisfaction That Doing Things Brings.

If People Did Not Want Their Stories Told, It Would Be Better For Them To Keep Away From Me.