There Is Always One Moment

We Are All Of Us Resigned To Death: It's Life We Aren't Resigned To.

Unhappiness In A Child Accumulates Because He Sees No End To The Dark Tunnel. The Thirteen Weeks Of A Term Might Just As Well Be Thirteen Years.

There Is Always One Moment In Childhood When The Door Opens And Lets The Future In.

He Was Impregnably Armored By His Good Intentions And His Ignorance.

You Don't Bless What You Love...it's When You Want To Love And You Can't Manage It. You Stretch Out Your Hands And You Say God Forgive Me That I Can't Love But Bless This Thing Anyway...we Have To Bless What We Hate...it Would Be Better To Love, But That's Not Always Possible.