What Happens If You Drop All The

So Much In Writing Depends On The Superficiality Of One's Days.

A Writer Doesn't Write For His Readers, Does He? Yet He Has To Take Elementary Precautions All The Same, To Make Them Comfortable.

We'd Forgive Most Things If We Knew The Facts.

One Forgets So Quickly One's Own Youth.

Childhood Was The Germ Of All Mistrust. You Were Cruelly Joked Upon And Then You Cruelly Joked. You Lost The Remembrance Of Pain Through Inflicting It.