I had a yard sale.
I made a million dollars.
..very sad day when you have to bury the runt of the litter. You always ask yourself if you could have done more to save it. Experience has taught me not to listen to that voice.
“I intend never again to read an author of whom it is apparent that he wanted to produce a book, but rather only those whose thoughts unintentionally became a book.”
—Human, All Too Human, “The Wanderer and His Shadow,” §121 (edited).