First, I Was An Idealist (that Was

Nothing In Life Is So Hard That You Can't Make It Easier By The Way You Take It.

The Things I Feared Were Not In The Sky, But In The Nature And In The Touch Of Humanity. The Cruelty Of Children . . . The Blindness Of The Unpitiful - These Were My Terrors. But Not The Crash Of Thunder Overhead, Not The Bolts Of Fire From The Clouds.

What Fools People Are When They Think They Can Make Two Lives Belong Together By Saying Words Over Them.

I Am Inclined To Believe That A Man May Be Free To Do Anything He Pleases If Only He Will Accept Responsibility For Whatever He Does.

Yes, I Learned Long Ago That The Only Satisfaction Of Authorship Lies In Finding The Very Few Who Understand What We Mean. As For Outside Rewards, There Is Not One That I Have Ever Discovered.