Reading Stories Is Bad Enough But Writing

I Have Learned To Look Upon Each Little Hindrance As A Jest And Each Great One As A Foreshadowing Of Victory.

I'm So Glad I Live In A World Where There Are Octobers. It Would Be Terrible If We Just Skipped From September To November, Wouldn't It?

I Have Really Done So Few Bad Things That They Have To Keep Harping On The Old Ones [.]

I'm Afraid To Speak Or Move For Fear That All This Wonderful Beauty Will Just Vanish... Like A Broken Silence.

The Greatest Happiness Is To Sneeze When You Want To.