From quiet homes and first beginning, out to the undiscovered ends, th >>
Just as there is nothing between the admirable omelet and the intolera >>
I shoot the Hippopotamus with bullets made of platinum, because if I u >>
Short judgments make long friends. >>
You have been my friends, replied Charlotte, that in itself is a treme >>
Friends come and go but enemies accumulate. >>
When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.