In This World People Have To Pay

The Heart, When It Is Too Much Alive, Aches For That Brown Earth, And Ecstasy Has No Fear Of Death.

There Are Some Things You Learn Best In Calm, And Some In Storm.

There Was Nothing But Land; Not A Country At All, But The Material Out Of Which Countries Are Made.

Only Solitary Men Know The Full Joys Of Frienship. Others Have Their Family; But To A Solitary And An Exile, His Friends Are Everything.

I Tell You There Is Such A Thing As Creative Hate.