I Feel Most Colored When I Am

It Was Not Death She Feared. It Was Misunderstanding.

She Didn't Read Books So She Didn't Know That She Was The World And The Heavens Boiled Down To A Drop.

It Was A Weak Spot In Any Nation To Have A Large Body Of Disaffected People Within Its Confusion.

Bitterness Is The Coward's Revenge On The World For Having Been Hurt.

When The People Sat Around On The Porch And Passed Around The Pictures Of Their Thoughts For The Others To Look At And See, It Was Nice. The Fact That The Thought Pictures Were Always Crayon Enlargements Of Life Made It Even Nicer To Listen To.