I Am Not Resigned: I Am Not

Veracity Is A Plant Of Paradise, And The Seeds Have Never Flourished Beyond The Walls.

I Couldn't Live In Peace If I Put The Shadow Of A Willful Sin Between Myself And God.

For Pain Must Enter Into Its Glorified Life Of Memory Before It Can Turn Into Compassion.

I Love Words; They Are The Quoits, The Bows, The Staves That Furnish The Gymnasium Of The Mind.

I Have The Conviction That Excessive Literary Production Is A Social Offense. ... Everyone Who Contributes To The 'too Much' Of Literature Is Doing Grave Social Injury.