A man has to construct, invent, his freedom.
Life is a tragedy full of joy.
Overnight business could go down enough to hurt; yet as a rule it slowly recovered-sometimes it seemed to take forever-went up, not high enough to be really up, only not down.
We can't all be friends and relatives as the world is; most of us have to be strangers.
We're persecuted in the most civilized languages.
If the stories come, you get them written, you're on the right track. Eventually everyone learns his or her own best way. The real mystery to crack is you.