The Heart Of Another Is A Dark

I Like Trees Because They Seem More Resigned To The Way They Have To Live Than Other Things Do.

Personal Hatred And Family Affection Are Not Incompatible; They Often Flourish And Grow Strong Together.

The Air Was Cool Enough To Make The Warm Sun Pleasant On One's Back And Shoulders, And So Clear That The Eye Could Follow A Hawk Up And Up, Into The Blazing Blue Depths Of The Sky.

The Revolt Against Individualism Naturally Calls Artists Severely To Account, Because The Artist Is Of All Men The Most Individual; Those Who Were Not Have Been Long Forgotten.

Some Things Are Best Learned In Calm, Others In Storm.