Time Takes The Ugliness And Horror Out

I Only Want To Write. And There's No College For That Except Life.

People's Clothes Ought To Be Buried With Them.

I Could Hear Rain Still Pouring From The Gutters And A Thin Branch Scraping Against One Of The Windows; But The Church Seemed Completely Cut Off From The Restless Day Outside--just As I Felt Cut Off From The Church. I Thought: I Am A Restlessness Inside A Stillness Inside A Restlessness.

Death Is Too Much To Ask Of The Living.

Though He Had Very Little Latin Beyond "cave Canem," He Had, As A Young Dog, Devoured Shakespeare (in A Tasty Leather Binding).