The real war will never get in the books.
Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.
Here or henceforward it is all the same to me I accept Time absolutely.
Viewed freely the English language is the accretion and growth of every...
I cannot be awake for nothing looks to me as it did before Or else I am...
He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest...
There is that indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate...
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk...
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
It doesn't make any sense... that's why I trust it!
