When A Job Is To Be Done

People Who Have Few Possessions Cling Tightly To Those They Have. That Is One Of The Facts That Make Life So Discouraging.

The Writer, An Old Man With A White Moustache, Had Some Difficulty Getting Into Bed.

Many People Must Live And Die Alone, Even In Winesburg.

It Is Apparent That Nations Cannot Exist For Us. They Are The Playthings Of Children, Such Toys As Children Break From Boredom And Weariness. The Branch Of A Tree Is My Country. My Freedom Sleeps In A Mulberry Bush. My Country Is In The Shivering Legs Of A Little Lost Dog.

Nothing Gives Quite The Satisfaction That Doing Things Brings.