My wife sent her photograph to the lonely hearts club. They sent it back, said they weren't that lonely.
Our hearts are not stones. A stone may disintegrate in time and lose its outward form. But hearts never disintegrate. They have no outward form, and whether good or evil, we can always communicate...
Maybe people truly did have differen corners in their hearts.
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
the full fury of his storming countenance with its rugged overhang of gullied forehead and huge crag...
Inscribed on the back was a line from Virgil in Latin: Audentes fortuna juvat. Fortune favors the...
