After All, We Are Human Beings, And

It Is Lost, Lovely Child, Somewhere In The Ragbag That I Laughingly Refer To As My Memory.

I Cannot Imagine Any Boy Of Spirit Who Would Not Be Delighted To Play A Drunkard Even To Vomiting In Front Of His Sunday School. Indeed, The Vomiting Might Be The Chief Attraction Of The Role.

One Learns One’s Mystery At The Price Of One’s Innocence.

Art Is Always At Peril In Universities, Where There Are So Many People, Young And Old, Who Love Art Less Than Argument, And Dote Upon A Text That Provides The Nutritious Pemmican On Which Scholars Love To Chew.

When A Man Is Down On His Luck He Seems To Consume All He Can Get Of Coffee And Doughnuts.