My Love Was Both Humble And Audacious,

I Think All Sorrows Can Be Borne If You Put Them Into A Story Or Tell A Story About Them.

I Don't Think... One Get A Flash Of Happiness Once, And Never Again; It Is There Deep Within You.

Who Tells A Finer Tale Than Any Of Us. Silence Does.

The Consolations Of The Vulgar Are Bitter In The Royal Ear. Let Physicians And Confectioners And Servants In The Great Houses Be Judged By What They Have Done, And Even By What They Have Meant To Do; The Great People Themselves Are Judged By What They Are. I Have Been Told That Lions, Trapped And Shut Up In Cages, Grieve From Shame More Than From Hunger.

I Had Seen A Herd Of Buffalo, One Hundred And Twenty-nine Of Them, Come Out Of The Morning Mist Under A Copper Sky, One By One, As If The Dark And Massive, Iron-like Animals With The Mighty Horizontally Swung Horns Were Not Approaching, But Were Being Created Before My Eyes And Sent Out As They Were Finished.