I Wonder How Often In The Past

I Am Now Working On The Second Wwi Story And Find The Challenge Marvelous.

To Take For Granted One's Blessings Is A Damage To The Soul, And In Time One Will Lose Them, Simply From Lack Of Care. One Should Never Tire Of Nourishing And Treasuring All That Is Lovely.

I Think It's A Terrible Thing To Write And Not Enjoy It. It's A Sad Thing. But Of Course A Lot Of People Do Work Because They Need To Eat. And We All Need To Eat, But That's Not The Only Reason To Work. You Couldn't Have Paid Me Not To Write.

We All Try To Forget What Hurts Us, It Is Sometimes The Only Way We Can Continue.

... She Knew In Her Heart That To Be Without Optimism, That Core Of Reasonless Hope In The Spirit Rather Than The Brain, Was A Fatal Flaw, The Seed Of Death.