If There Is Any Difficulty In What

They Lived And Laughed And Loved And Left.

Deal With Him, Hemingway!

I Confess That I Do Not See What Good It Does To Fulminate Against The English Tyranny While The Roman Tyranny Occupies The Palace Of The Soul.

It Was Cold Autumn Weather, But In Spite Of The Cold They Wandered Up And Down The Roads Of The Park For Nearly Three Hours. They Agreed To Break Off Their Intercourse; Every Bond, He Said, Is A Bond To Sorrow.

When The Soul Of A Man Is Born In This Country There Are Nets Flown At It To Hold It Back From Flight.