Justice, Like Beauty, Is In The Eye

The Sun, The Hero Of Every Day, The Impersonal Old Man That Beams As Brightly On Death As On Birth, Came Up Every Morning.

If Writers Were Too Wise, Perhaps No Books Would Get Written At All. It Might Be Better To Ask Yourself 'why?”'afterwards Than Before There Is No Agony Like Bearing An Untold Story Inside You.

They Seemed To Be Staring At The Dark, But Their Eyes Were Watching God.

Every Tub Sits On Its Bottom.

I Love Myself When I Am Laughing. . . And Then Again When I Am Looking Mean And Impressive.