I Had Dropped One Form And Not

I've Been And Am Absurdly Over-estimated. There Are No Supermen And I'm Quite Ordinary, And Will Say So Whatever The Artistic Results. In That Point I'm One Of The Few People Who Tell The Truth About Myself.

A Skittish Motorbike With A Touch Of Blood In It Is Better Than All The Riding Animals On Earth, Because Of Its Logical Extension Of Our Faculties, And The Hint, The Provocation, To Excess Conferred By Its Honeyed Untiring Smoothness.

The Desert Is An Ocean In Which No Oar Is Dipped.

He Feared His Maturity As It Grew Upon Him With Its Ripe Thought, Its Skill, Its Finished Art; Yet Which Lacked The Poetry Of Boyhood To Make Living A Full End Of Life.

Some Of The Evil Of My Tale May Have Been Inherent In Our Circumstances. For Years We Lived Anyhow With One Another In The Naked Desert, Under The Indifferent Heaven.