April Is The Cruelest Month, Breeding Lilacs

The Nobel Is A Ticket To One's Own Funeral. No One Has Ever Done Anything After He Got It.

The End Of All Our Exploring Will Be To Arrive Where We Started.

Each Venture Is A New Beginning, A Raid On The Inarticulate With Shabby Equipment Always Deteriorating In The General Mess Of Imprecision Of Feeling.

Friendship Should Be More Than Biting Time Can Sever.

There Is, It Seems To Us, At Best, Only A Limited Value In The Knowledge Derived From Experience.