A Writer Can Get Into A Vast

I Am Basically A Complainer And All The Grounds For Complaint Have Been Swept Out From Under Me.

We Who Are Quotatious Are Never Truly Alone, But Always Hear The Cheerful Flow Of Remarks Made By Dead Writers So Much More Intelligent Than We.

What, Really, Is Wanted From A Neighborhood? Convenience, Certainly, An Absence Of Major Aggravation, To Be Sure. But Perhaps Mostof All, Ideally, What Is Wanted Is A Comfortable Background, A Breathing Space Of Intermission Between The Intensities Of Private Life And The Calculations Of Public Life.

I Know How Deeply Slothful I Am.

We Do Choose How We Shall Live