Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees. |
Character builds slowly, but it can be torn down with incredible swiftness |
Character builds slowly, but it can be torn down with incredible swiftness |
Men's private self-worlds are rather like our geographical world's seasons, storm, and sun, deserts, oases, mountains and abysses, the endless-seeming plateaus, darkness and light, and always the sowing and the reaping. |
One of the dreariest spots on life's road is the point of conviction that nothing will ever again happen to you. |
Sometimes there is a greater lack of communication in facile talking than in silence. |
Time is a dressmaker, specializing in alterations |
You cannot contribute anything to the ideal condition of mind and heart known as Brotherhood, however much you preach, posture, or agree, unless you live it. |