The Game Of Life Is Good, Though

A Human Life The Treasure Of The World Cannot Buy; Nor Can It Redeem One Which Is Misspent; Nor Can It Make Full And Complete And Beautiful A Life Which Is Dwarfed And Warped And Ugly.

Too Much Is Written By The Men Who Can't Write About The Men Who Do Write.

The Wild Still Lingered In Him And The Wolf In Him Merely Slept.

To Be Able To Forget Means Sanity.

Love Cannot In Its Very Nature Be Peaceful Or Content. It Is A Restlessness, An Unsatisfaction. I Can Grant A Lasting Love Just As I Can Grant A Lasting Unsatisfaction; But The Lasting Love Cannot Be Coupled With Possession, For Love Is Pain And Desire And Possession Is Easement And Fulfilment.