The boy who expects every morning to open into a new world finds that today is like yesterday but he believes tomorrow will be different.
The excellence of a gift lies in its appropriateness rather than in its value.
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
The very essence of literature is the war between emotion and intellect between life and death. When literature becomes too intellectual - when it begins to ignore the passions the emotions - it becomes sterile silly and actually without substance.
