In November You Begin To Know How

Life Is Not Long At All, Never Long Enough, But Days Are Very Long Indeed.

My Definition Of What Makes A Journey Wholly Or Partially Horrible Is Boredom.

In The Last Camp They All Ate Grass, Until The Authorities Forbade Them To Pull It Up. They Were Accustomed To Having The Fruits Of Their Little Communal Gardens Stolen By The Guards, After They Had Done All The Work; But At The Last Camp Everything Was Stolen.

The Private Conscience Is The Last And Only Protection Of The Civilized World.

The Human Spirit Can Be Indomitable And It Is This Rare Quality That Is Not At All To Be Expected That Makes Survivors Of Us All, The Human Race In The Grand Scheme Of Things.