A Dog's Spirit Dies Hard.

Once In 1919, When I Was Traveling At Night By Train, I Wrote A Short Story. In The Town Where The Train Stopped, I Took The Story To The Publisher Of The Newspaper Who Published The Story.

Manuscripts Do Not Burn.

Who Ever Told You There Is No Such Thing In The World As Real, True, Everlasting Love? May The Liar Have His Despicable Tongue Cut Out!

It Must Be Added That From His First Words The Foreigner Made A Repellent Impression On The Poet, But Berlioz Rather Liked Him - That Is, Not Liked But . . . How To Put It . . . Was Interested, Or Whatever.

This Twenty-year-old Boy Was Distinguished From Childhood By Strange Qualities, A Dreamer And An Eccentric. A Girl Fell In Love With Him, And He Went And Sold Her To A Brothel.