She Had Had The Pain; It Had

I Wrote About People Who Liked Fake Fireplaces In Their Parlor, Who Thought A Brass Horse With A Clock Embedded In Its Flank Was Wonderful.

Who Wants To Die? Everything Struggles To Live. Look At That Tree Growing Up There Out Of That Grating. It Gets No Sun, And Water Only When It Rains. It's Growing Out Of Sour Earth. And It's Strong Because Its Hard Struggle To Live Is Making It Strong. My Children Will Be Strong That Way.

People Looking Up At Her--at Her Smooth Pretty Vivacious Face--had No Way Of Knowing About The Painfully Articulated Resolves Formulating In Her Mind.

The Library Was A Little Old Shaby Place. Francie Thought It Was Beautiful. The Feeling She Had About It Was As Good As The Feeling She Had About Church. She Pushed Open The Door And Went In. She Liked The Cmbined Smell Of Worn Leather Bindings, Library Past And Freshly Inked Stamping Pads Better Than She Liked The Smell Of Burning Incense At High Mass.

Intolerance Is A Thing That Causes War, Pogroms, Crucifixions, Lynchings, And Makes People Cruel To Little Children And Each Other. It Is Responsible For Most Of The Viciousness, Violence, Terror, And Heart And Soul Breaking Of The World.