Let Us Fear The Worst, But Work

A Smile Is The Same As Sunshine; It Banishes Winter From The Human Countenance.

No One Knows Like A Woman How To Say Things Which Are At Once Gentle And Deep.

Style Is The Substance Of The Subject Called Unceasingly To The Surface.

In Winter There Is No Heat, No Light, No Noon, Evening Touches Morning, There Is Fog, And Mist, The Window Is Frosted, And You Cannot See Clearly. The Sky Is But The Mouth Of A Cave. The Whole Day Is The Cave.... Frightful Season! Winter Changes Into Stone The Water Of Heaven And The Heart Of Man.

In Short, I Am Doing What I Can, I Suffer With The Same Universal Suffering, And I Try To Assuage It, I Possess Only The Puny Forces Of A Man, And I Cry To All: “help Me!