I Get So Tired Of Moral Bookkeeping.

Advance Money Is Really A Delusion, That Is To Say, I Get No More Until It Is Paid Out In Sales, But Still, Living From Hand To Mouth And Day To Day As I Do, A Nickel In The Hand Is More Useful Than The Same Nickel Next Year. What Do I Know About Next Year? I've Never Been There. I Don't Know Any One Who Has.

You Shouldn't Side-step Suffering If You Have To Go Through It To Get Where You're Going.

With The Most Infinite Tenderness I Have Ever Known In My Life, He Put His Arms Around Me, Gently, Gently, And I Embraced Him Around The Neck, And We Touched.

There Is No Such Thing As An Exact Synonym And No Such Thing As An Unmixed Motive.

Nothing Is Mine, I Have Only Nothing But It Is Enough, It Is Beautiful And It Is All Mine. Do I Even Walk About In My Own Skin Or Is It Something I Have Borrowed To Spare My Modesty?