Nationality Isn't Soul.

Completed, Most Lives Were Alike In Stages Of Living-joys, Celebrations, Crises, Illusions, Losses, Sorrows.

Children Were Strangers You Loved Because You Could Love. If They Gave Back Love When They Were Grown You Were Ahead Of The Game.

A Writer Is A Spectator, Looking At Everything With A Highly Critical Eye.

... It's Possible To Let Love Fly By Like A Cloud In A Windy Sky If One Is Too Timid, Or Perhaps Unable To Believe He Is Entitled To Good Fortune.

To Any Writer: Teach Yourself To Work In Uncertainty. Many Writers Are Anxious When They Begin, Or Try Something New. Even Matisse Painted Some Of His Fauvist Pictures In Anxiety. Maybe That Helped Him To Simplify. Character, Discipline, Negative Capability Count. Write, Complete, Revise. If It Doesn't Work, Begin Something Else.