In A Weak Moment, I Have Written

Times Were So Hard It Was Difficult To Feed And Lodge Humans, Much Less Animals.

Somehow The Bright Beauty Had Gone From April Afternoon And From Her Heart As Well And The Sad Sweetness Of Remembering Was As Bitter As Gall.

Southerners Can Never Resist A Losing Cause.

I Can't Make You Understand Because You Don't Know The Meaning Of Fear. You Have The Heart Of A Lion And An Utter Lack Of Imagination And I Envy You Both Of Those Qualities. You'll Never Mind Facing Realities And You'll Never Want To Escape From Them As I Do.

I've Always Had A Weakness For Lost Causes Once They're Really Lost.