Words Are All We Have.

The Only Thing You Must Never Speak Of Is Your Happiness.

We Are Not Saints, But We Have Kept Our Appointment. How Many People Can Boast As Much?

The Dust Will Not Settle In Our Time. And When It Does Some Great Roaring Machine Will Come And Whirl It All Skyhigh Again.

I Did Not Want To Write, But I Had To Resign Myself To It In The End.

There Are Two Moments Worthwhile In Writing, The One When You Start And The Other When You Throw It In The Waste-paper Basket.