I Have Grown Used To The Fact

In Our Village, Folks Say God Crumbles Up The Old Moon Into Stars.

If One Is Forever Cautious, Can One Remain A Human Being?

Evil People Always Support Each Other; That Is Their Chief Strength.

Shall I Describe The Happiness It Gave Me To Go Into The Classroom And Pick Up The Chalk? ... It Seemed To Me The Supreme, Heartbreaking Happiness To Enter A Classroom Carrying A Register As That Bell Rang, And Start A Lesson With The Mysterious Air Of One About To Unfold Wonders.

Prayers Are Like Those Appeals Of Ours. Either They Don't Get Through Or They're Returned With 'rejected' Scrawled Across 'em.