Pregled posta

We were in the open concourse where the turnstiles were. It was hardly any better here -- the enclosed space sent the voices around us echoing back in a roar that made my head ring, and the smell and feeling of all those bodies made me feel a claustrophob

Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others.
The next time a car appeared down Market Street, I stepped right out into the road, waving my arms over my head, shouting.
Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in life.
Zoo: An excellent place to study the habits of human beings.
Play: Work that you enjoy doing for nothing.
All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand.