It Is Lovely, When I Forget All

To Be Honest And Yet Popular Is Almost As Difficult In Literature As It Is In Life.

Spring, Which Germinated In The Earth, Moved Also With A Strange Restlessness, In The Hearts Of... Women. As The Weeks Passed, Inextinguishable Hope, Which Mounts With The Rising Sap, Looked From Their Faces.

Borrowed Illusions Are Better Than None.

In The Past Few Years, I Have Made A Thrilling Discovery ... That Until One Is Over Sixty, One Can Never Really Learn The Secret Of Living. One Can Then Begin To Live, Not Simply With The Intense Part Of Oneself, But With One's Entire Being.

[reformers] Might Be Classified As A Distinct Species Having Eyes In The Back Of Their Heads.