All Literature Is An Effort At The

Literature Doesn't Matter! The Only Thing That Matters Is Money And Getting Your Teeth Fixed!

Love Is The Tact Of Every Good, The Only Warmth, The Only Peace.

Where The Light Is, And Each Thing Clear,separate From All Others, Standing In Its Place,i Drink The Time And Touch Whatever's Near,and Hope For Day When The Whole World Has That Face:for What Assures Her Present Every Year?in Dark Accidents The Mind's Sufficient Grace.

Love Is The Most Difficult And Dangerous Form Of Courage. Courage Is The Most Desperate, Admirable And Noble Kind Of Love.

What Was The Freedom To Which The Adult Human Being Rose In The Morning, If Each Act Was Held Back Or Inspired By The Overpowering Ghost Of A Little Child?