Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is.
Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.
I will see this game of life out to its bitter end
Where I was raised a woman's word was law. I ain't quite outgrowed that yet.
Never insult seven men when all your packing is a six-shooter.
Far away Tongariro! Green - white thundering Athabasca river of New Zealand! I vowed I would come again down across the Pacific to fish in the swift cold waters of this most beautiful and famous of trout streams. It is something to have striven. It is much to have kept your word.