You're Beautiful, Like A May Fly.

I Belong To This Notebook And This Pencil.

The Bicycle Riders Drank Much Wine, And Were Burned And Browned By The Sun. They Did Not Take The Race Seriously Except Among Themselves.

In Those Days, There Was No Money To Buy Books.

Humility Is Not Disgraceful, And Carries No Loss Of True Pride.

Everyone My Age Had Written A Novel And I Was Still Having Difficulty Writing A Paragraph.