What is writing but an expression of my own life?
Men may rise on stepping stones of their dead selves to higher things.
I will see this game of life out to its bitter end
Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.
Adam Larey gazed with hard and wondering eyes down the silent current of the red river upon which he meant to drift away into the desert
I am full of fire and passion. I am not ready yet for great concentration and passion.