How Could I Think The Brief Years

All Literature Is An Effort At The Formal Character Of The Epigram.

Time Is The School In Which We Learn, Time Is The Fire In Which We Burn.

What Was The Freedom To Which The Adult Human Being Rose In The Morning, If Each Act Was Held Back Or Inspired By The Overpowering Ghost Of A Little Child?

I Am Of Russian-jewish Distraction.

How Could I Think The Brief Years Were Enough To Prove The Reality Of Endless Love?