My life shall be free and broad and great, and I will not be the slave to the sense delights which chained my ancient ancestry. I reject the heritage. I break the entail. And who are you to say I am unwise?
Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.
Pray do not interrupt me," he wrote. "I am smiling.
San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.
Ever bike? Now that's something that makes life worth living!
Don't write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.