I Spent The Morning Putting In A

After The Pain Of This Disappointment Her Heart Once More Stood Empty, And The Succession Of Identical Days Began Again.

Reveal Art; Conceal The Artist.

One Can Be The Master Of What One Does, But Never Of What One Feels.

May I Die Like A Dog Rather Than Hasten The Ripening Of A Sentence By A Single Second!

Human Speech Is Like A Cracked Kettle On Which We Tap Crude Rhythms For Bears To Dance To, While We Long To Make Music That Will Melt The Stars.