The Older The Violin, The Sweeter The

I Once Owned A Collection Of 77 Novels That Won The Pulitzer. The Only Good Novel Of The Bunch Was The Grapes Of Wrath.

Mystery Is Underrated, And Understanding Is Overrated.

Occasionally The Very Youngness Of The Young Moved Him To Charity--they Had No Sense Of The Swiftness Of Life, Nor Of Its Limits. The Years Would Pass Like Weeks, And Loves Would Pass Too, Or Else Grow Sour.

No Illusion Is More Crucial Than The Illusion That Great Success And Huge Money Buy You Immunity From The Common Ills Of Mankind, Such As Cars That Won't Start.

Certainly On The Vast Windy Plain, There Was Plenty Of Nothing To Be Looked At.