All I Say Cancels Out, I’ll Have

Poets Are The Sense, Philosophers The Intelligence Of Humanity.

That Penny Farthing Hell You Call Your Mind

Not To Want To Say, Not To Know What You Want To Say, Not To Be Able To Say What You Think You Want To Say, And Never To Stop Saying, Or Hardly Ever, That Is The Thing To Keep In Mind, Even In The Heat Of Composition.

Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No Matter. Try Again. Fail Again. Fail Better.

My Dear Tom, Delighted To Get Your Letter. Do Write Again. This Life Is Terrible And I Don't Understand How It Can Be Endured.