Marilla, look at that big star over Mr. Harrison's maple grove, with all that hold hush of silvery sky about it. I gives me a feeling that is like a prayer. After all, when one can see stars and skies like that, little disappointments and accidents can't matter so much, can they?

What glory can there be in the conquest of a mindless body?

Those who have quality like water can amend themselves can survive at any place between any people...

Patarimo ar pasiteisinimo ieškodamas žmogus kreipiasi į tą savo vidinio pasaulio dalį, kuri tvirta ir nepažįsta dvejonių.

Written By John Steinbeck

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