We None Of Us Find As Much

Water Is Powerful. It Can Wash Away Earth, Put Out Fire, And Even Destroy Iron.

At That Moment, Beauty Itself Struck Me As A Kind Of Painful Melancholy.

Finally The Homeless Eel Marked Its Territory, I Suppose, And The Doctor Lay Heavily Upon Me, Moist With Sweat.

No One Knows The Author Of Memoir So Well Like Himself.

How Many Times Already Had I Encountered The Painful Lesson That Although We May Wish For The Barb To Be Pulled From Our Flesh, It Leaves A Welt That Doesn't Heal?