There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.
She was also less cold and cruel than Martian women
After partaking of my evening meal of cheese-like food and
In front was a quiet sunny landscape, a wheat field ahead on either side of the road
I explained hastily that I had to leave my home,
There were cabs, carriages, shop cars, waggons, beyond counting; a mail cart
The carts and carriages crowded close upon one another, making
What art thou thrusting that thief-catcher into my face for, man?
Um-m. So he must. I do deem it now a
