The Hardest Thing Of Love

His Calls For Justice Were Lost At The Mercy Of The Wind And Human Indifference.

I Have A Hundred-year-old Aunt Who Aspires To Sainthood, And Whose Only Wish Has Been To Go Into The Convent, But No Congregation, Not Even The Little Sisters Of Charity, Could Tolerate Her For More Than A Few Weeks, So The Family Has Had To Look After Her. Believe Me, There Is Nothing So Insufferable As A Saint, I Wouldn't Sic One On My Worst Enemy.

A Novel Is Achieved With Hard Work, The Short Story With Inspiration.

The Writer Of Good Will Carries A Lamp To Illuminate The Dark Corners.

Some People Connect With A Story And May Find Between The Lines Something That Might Be Useful To Him Or Her, But That's Not The Intention Of The Author, I Think. At Least Not Mine.