I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen. The Winter of Our Discontent
All Russia is our orchard. Seagull
The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade. Great Expectations
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