Youth, When It Is Hurt, Likes To

I Like Trees Because They Seem More Resigned To The Way They Have To Live Than Other Things Do. I Feel As If This Tree Knows Everything I Ever Think Of When I Sit Here. When I Come Back To It, I Never Have To Remind It Of Anything; I Begin Just Where I Left Off.

The World Is Little, People Are Little, Human Life Is Little. There Is Only One Big Thing — Desire.

Life Began For Me, When I Ceased To Admire And Began To Remember.

Ugly Accidents Happen . . . Always Have And Always Will. But The Failures Are Swept Back Into The Pile And Forgotten. They Don`t Leave Any Lasting Scar In The World, And They Don`t Affect The Future. The Things That Last Are The Good Things. The People Who Forge Ahead And Do Something, They Really Count.

Only A Woman, Divine, Could Know All That A Woman Can Suffer.