Good, As It Ripens, Becomes Continually More

The Harder You Tried Not To Think, The More You Thought.

You Never Know How Much You Really Believe Anything Until Its Truth Or Falsehood Becomes A Matter Of Life And Death To You.

First, I Do Not Sit Down At My Desk To Put Into Verse Something That Is Already Clear In My Mind. If It Were Clear In My Mind, I Should Have No Incentive Or Need To Write About It. We Do Not Write In Order To Be Understood; We Write In Order To Understand.

To Move With The Times Is, Of Course, To Go Where All Times Go.

The Lost Enjoy Forever The Horrible Freedom They Have Demanded.