At the moment they vanished they were everywhere, the cool benediction of the night descended, the stars sparkled, and the whole universe was a hill.
I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.
There are occasions when I would rather feel like a fly than a spider.
It is my fate and perhaps my temperament to sign agreements with fools.
Books have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain.
Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?