It seems to me that the great difficulty of writing is to make the language of the educated mind express our confused ideas, half feelings, half thoughts, when we are little more than bundles of instinctive tendencies.
While entertaining, they are never, ever correct.
You are my only son.
They have decided that Buonaparte has burnt his boats, and I believe that we are ready to burn ours.
Mr. Anagnos, in speaking of my composition on the cities, has said, "These ideas are poetic in their essence."
"Are they good seats?" she asked.
Are you trying to protect her now?
I think they are all having fun with Alex.
And you are little Dorothy, from Kansas.
Are you not vegetable, also?
You are welcome to what we have.
However, I often have thought that a second sentence should follow: "Also, those who do know history are doomed to repeat it."
"You are my father," Alex conceded without emotion.
"We are," Alex answered curtly.
What are you taking away?
"I'm sure we are in no danger," said Dorothy, in a sober voice.
We are all vegetable, in this country.
They are in my inside pocket now.
There are no cows here to give milk; or any mice, or even grasshoppers.
"They look like doorways," said Dorothy; "only there are no stairs to get to them."
"Why, they are driving us toward the Black Pit, into which they threatened to cast us," replied the kitten.
"Yes, dear," her mistress replied; "there are people living in this house, although we cannot see them.
I feel that her being is inseparable from my own, and that the footsteps of my life are in hers.
Some things are really necessaries of life in some circles, the most helpless and diseased, which in others are luxuries merely, and in others still are entirely unknown.
"I think that before discussing these questions," Pierre continued, "we should ask the Emperor--most respectfully ask His Majesty--to let us know the number of our troops and the position in which our army and our forces now are, and then..."
We must cease raving if we are sons of our Fatherland!
Are you satisfied now? said he.
We are back to that?
Jonathan and Destiny are in the other room.
I mean, there are different kinds of love.
What are we going to do today, Dad?
The troops are moved according to the enemy's movements and the number of men increases and decreases...
But all these hints at what happened, both from the French side and the Russian, are advanced only because they fit in with the event.
There are always so many conjectures as to the issue of any event that however it may end there will always be people to say: "I said then that it would be so," quite forgetting that amid their innumerable conjectures many were to quite the contrary effect.
All the facts are in flat contradiction to such conjectures.
Headquarters are so full of Germans that a Russian cannot exist and there is no sense in anything.
The princesses Aline and Sophie sit whole days with me, and we, unhappy widows of live men, make beautiful conversations over our 'charpie', only you, my friend, are missing... and so on.
The French at Vitebsk, in four days' march they may be at Smolensk; perhaps are already there!
Folks are leaving the town, but you have come to it, said he.
"Why are they leaving the town?" asked Alpatych.
And the peasants are asking three rubles for carting--it isn't Christian!
What sort of governors are they to do that?