Each Servant Stamps The Reader With A

The Promise Of Learning Is A Delusion.... Tomorrow Would Alter The Sense Of What Had Already Been Learned, That The Learning Process Is Extended In This Way, So That From This Standpoint None Of Us Ever Graduates From College, For Time Is An Emulsion, And Probably Thinking Not To Grow Up Is The Brightest Kind Of Maturity For Us, Right Now At Any Rate.

I Tried Each Thing, Only Some Were Immortal And Free.

The Summer Demands And Takes Away Too Much. /but Night, The Reserved, The Reticent, Gives More Than It Takes

A Yak Is A Prehistoric Cabbage; Of That, We Can Be Sure.

Just When I Thought There Wasn't Room Enough For Another Thought In My Head, I Had This Great Idea—