Take Egotism Out And You Would Castrate

Language Is Fossil Poetry.

The Word Liberty In The Mouth Of Mr. Webster Sounds Like The Word Love In The Mouth Of A Courtesan.

I Cannot Find Language Of Sufficient Energy To Convey My Sense Of The Sacredness Of Private Integrity.

Only So Much Of Life Do I Know As I Have Lived.

A Friend Is A Person Who Goes Around Saying Nice Things About You Behind Your Back.