Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.

What difference does it make if you live in a picturesque little outhouse surrounded by 300 feeble minded goats and your faithful dog? The question is: Can you write?

I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars.

Everything you have is to give. Thou art a phenomenon of philosophy and an unfortunate man.

We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.

There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day.

Until the dead are buried they change somewhat in appearance each day. The color change in Caucasian races is from white to yellow, to yellow-green, to black. If left long enough in the heat the flesh comes to resemble coal-tar, especially where it has been broken or torn, and it has quite a visible tarlike iridescence. The dead grow larger each day until sometimes they become quite too big for their uniforms, filling these until they seem blown tight enough to burst. The individual members may increase in girth to an unbelievable extent and faces fill as taut and globular as balloons.