Plot Is The Knowing Of Destination.

Characters Are Not Created By Writers. They Pre-exist And Have To Be Found.

No Object Is Mysterious. The Mystery Is Your Eye.

We Have Really No Absent Friends.

To The Sun Rome Owes Its Underlying Glow, And Its Air Called Golden - To Me, More The Yellow Of White Wine; Like Wine It Raises Agreeability To Poetry.

The Slight Sense Of Degeneracy Induced By Reading Novels Before Luncheon