Forgive Me My Nonsense, As I Also

The Trees That Have It In Their Pent-up Buds To Darken Nature And Be Summer Woods.

I Was Under Twenty When I Deliberately Put It To Myself One Night After Good Conversation That There Are Moments When We Actually Touch In Talk What The Best Writing Can Only Come Near. The Curse Of Our Book Language Is Not So Much That It Keeps Forever To The Same Set Phrases . . . But That It Sounds Forever With The Same Reading Tones. We Must Go Out Into The Vernacular For Tones That Haven't Been Brought To Book.

A Person Will Sometimes Devote All His Life To The Development Of One Part Of His Body - The Wishbone.

The Ear Is The Only True Writer And The Only True Reader. I Know People Who Read Without Hearing The Sentence Sounds And They Were The Fastest Readers. Eye Readers We Call Them. They Get The Meaning By Glances. But They Are Bad Readers Because They Miss The Best Part Of What A Good Writer Puts Into His Work.

As It Is More Blessed To Receive, So It Must Be More Blessed To Receive Than To Give Back.