Every Novelist Should Write Something For Children

Life Deserves Laughter, Hence People Laugh At It.

The Shots Had Dispersed The Birds; There Remained Only Two Marabous, Standing Between Ten And Twenty Paces Away And Plunged In Reverie. They Were Like Two Old Men With Bald Heads Pressed Between The Shoulders.

The Sky Is One Whole, The Water Another

Anxiety Prepares The Organism Badly For An Ordeal Which Even Under More Favorable Circumstances Would Not Be An Easy Thing To Bear.

Evidently The Merit Depends On The Result Of The Work.