I Want To Do Everything In The

So He Tasted The Deep Pain That Is Reserved Only For The Strong, Just As He Had Tasted For A Little While The Deep Happiness.

Then I Grew Up, And The Beauty Of Succulent Illusions Fell Away From Me.

When The Lightning Strikes One Of Us, It Strikes Both

For Awhile After You Quit Keats All Other Poetry Seems To Be Only Whistling Or Humming.

Understand Now, I'm Purely A Fiction Writer And Do Not Profess To Be An Earnest Student Of Political Science, But I Believe Strongly That Such A Law As One Prohibiting Liquor Is Foolish, And All The Writers, Keenly Interested In Human Welfare Whom I Know, Laugh At The Prohibition Law.