Americans Do Seem To Say Things Which

If You Love People, You Take Them On Trust.

I Could Hear Rain Still Pouring From The Gutters And A Thin Branch Scraping Against One Of The Windows; But The Church Seemed Completely Cut Off From The Restless Day Outside--just As I Felt Cut Off From The Church. I Thought: I Am A Restlessness Inside A Stillness Inside A Restlessness.

Perhaps If I Make Myself Write I Shall Find Out What Is Wrong With Me.

Like Many Other Much-loved Humans, They Believed That They Owned Their Dogs, Instead Of Realizing That Their Dogs Owned Them.

Why Is Summer Mist Romantic And Autumn Mist Just Sad?