But The Real, Tremendous Truth

It Is Not That Things Happen To Each Of Us According To His Fate, But That He Interprets What Has Happened, If He Has Power To Do So, According To His Sense Of His Own Destiny .

Maybe It's Better Like This, Better That Everything Should Go Up In A Blaze Of Dry Grass And That People Should Begin Again.

I Was Happy Enough; I Knew That During The Night The Whole City Might Go Up In Flames And All Its People Be Killed, But The Ravines, Houses, And Footpaths Would Wake In The Morning Calm And Unchanged.

The Closing Years Of Life Are Like The End Of A Masquerade Party, When The Masks Are Dropped.

A Man Is Never Completely Alone In This World. At The Worst, He Has The Company Of A Boy, A Youth, And By And By A Grown Man - The One He Used To Be.