Contemplation of light which you blew off out of your own accord is unreasonable.

Our imagination is larger than the world around us; we go beyond our limits.

Pleasures, like schoolboys in a school courtyard, had so trampled upon his heart that no green thing grew there, and that which passed through it, more heedless than children, did not even, like them, leave a name carved upon the wall.

No, in Ireland.” “And in a few years you can almost disappear; while I, who was born in Grass Valley, went to school and several years to the University of California, have no chance of mixing.

Written By John Steinbeck

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