The Only Thing Worse Than Bad Health

It Is Life, More Than Death, That Has No Limits.

The World Was Reduced To The Surface Of Her Skin And Her Inner Self Was Safe From All Bitterness.

He Thought That The World Would Make More Rapid Progress Without The Burden Of Old People.

Once Again She Shuddered With The Evidence That Time Was Not Passing, As She Had Just Admitted, But That It Was Turning In A Circle.

My Most Important Problem Was Destroying The Lines Of Demarcation That Separate What Seems Real From What Seems Fantastic.