If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
We want to believe. Young students try to believe in older authors, constituents try to believe in their Congressmen, countries try to believe in their statesmen, but they can't. Too many voices, too much scattered, illogical ill-considered criticism.
Dresses well. Pretends that dress is superficial—but knows that it isn't.
The trouble is that sometimes she gets foolish ideas in her head and doesn't know what she's doing.
It was themselves he gave back to them, blurred by the compromises of how many years.
And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler.