I received thousands of letters of support from all around the world, all because I wanted to go to school.

I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood.

One should always focus on writing a good letter and always

What I have ever understood about a good letter is that it is the one to which the person can always hear with interest and engagement while the other person is just reading it out for the former one.

Can you imagine a world in which the letter O does not exist? My name would be Thm Yrke. Think about that

Can you imagine a world in which the letter O does not exist? My name would be Thm Yrke. Think about that

The artistic trappings and lecturing of sci-fi I find inadequately convincing

He thought how sad it was to be an Animal who had never had a bunch of violets picked for him.

That’s right,” said Eeyore. “Sing. Umty-tiddly, umty-too. Here we go gathering Nuts and May. Enjoy yourself.” “I am,” said Pooh.

On Tuesday, when it hails and snows, The feeling on me grows and grows That hardly anybody knows If those are these or these are those.

They’re funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.

To be bitter is to attribute intent and personality to the formless, infinite, unchanging and unchangeable void. We drift on a chartless, resistless sea. Let us sing when we can, and forget the rest.

My spelling is Wobbly. It’s good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places.

Just because an animal is large, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want kindness; however big Tigger seems to be, remember that he wants as much kindness as Roo.

A tax on salt cod that precipitated the War of Independence

It is in Europe that we are born and bred to a single role. America is populated by second acts, encores and revivals.

No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death; and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short

Whatsoever therefore is consequent to a time of war, where every man is enemy to every man, the same consequent to the time wherein men live without other security than what their own strength and their own invention shall furnish them withal. In such condition there is no place for industry… no knowledge of the face of the earth; no account of time; no arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short