How I hate everything!
The only thing to do is to hug one's friends tight and do one's job.
Poetry and art are the breath of life to her.
Any rapidly enacted episode. . .should be seen through only one pair of eyes.
My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.
The short story, free from the longuers of the novel is also exempt from the novel's conclusiveness--too often forced and false: it may thus more nearly than the novel approach aesthetic and moral truth.