Life If Curious When Reduced To Its

I Sit At My Window And The Words Fly Past Me Like Birds — With God's Help I Catch Some.

Every Word I Say Has Chains Round Its Ankles; Every Thought I Think Is Weighted With Heavy Weights.

The Perpetual Hunger To Be Beautiful And That Thirst To Be Loved Which Is The Real Curse Of Eve.

He Had Discovered That People Who Allow Themselves To Be Blown About By The Winds Of Emotion And Impulse Are Always Unhappy People.

Some Must Cry So That Others May Be Able To Laugh The More Heartily. Sacrifices Are Necessary.