In those days, there was something more to the world than there is now. |
Is the small town a place, truly, of the world, or is it no more than something out of a boy's dreaming? Out of his love of all things not of death made? All things somewhere beyond the dust, rust, and decay, beyond the top, beyond all sides, beyond bottom: outside, around, over, under, within? |
Is the small town a place, truly, of the world, or is it no more than something out of a boy's dreaming? Out of his love of all things not of death made? All things somewhere beyond the dust, rust, and decay, beyond the top, beyond all sides, beyond bottom: outside, around, over, under, within? |
Just because somebody doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with everything they got |
My wisdom was visual and as swift as vision. |
My work is writing, but my real work is being. |
Neither love nor hate, nor any order of intense adherence to personal involvement in human experience, may be so apt to serve the soul as this freedom and this necessity to be kind. |
No city invites the heart to come to life as San Francisco does. Arrival in San Francisco is an experience in living. |
No enemy is so annoying as one who was a friend, or still is a friend, and there are many more of these than one would suspect. |
No enemy is so annoying as one who was a friend, or still is a friend, and there are many more of these than one would suspect. |
No man's guilt is not yours, nor is any man's innocence a thing apart. |
Nothing good ever ends. |
Of course if you like your kids, if you love them from the moment they begin, you yourself begin all over again, in them, with them, and so there is something more to the world again. |
Of course if you like your kids, if you love them from the moment they begin, you yourself begin all over again, in them, with them, and so there is something more to the world again. |
One of us is obviously mistaken. |