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Coming Down Was The Hardest Part Of Any Climbing.

In His Face There Came To Be A Brooding Peace That Is Seen Most Often In The Faces Of The Very Sorrowful Or The Very Wise. But Still He Wandered Through The Streets Of The Town, Always Silent And Alone.

There Is So Much Truth In Children And So Little Self-consciousness. It Always Strikes Me That They Are So Capable Of Losing And Finding Themselves And Also Losing And Finding Those Things They Feel Close To.

The Writer Must Hew The Phantom Rock.

Once You Have Lived With Another, It Is A Great Torture To Have To Live Alone.