Just As The Painter Thinks With His

It Wasn't Until Late In Life That I Discovered How Easy It Is To Say, 'i Don't Know.'

The End Of Culture Is Right Living

It Might Be That To Surrender To Happiness Was To Accept Defeat, But It Was A Defeat Better Than Many Victories.

The Crown Of Literature Is Poetry.

In The Country The Darkness Of Night Is Friendly And Familiar, But In A City, With Its Blaze Of Lights, It Is Unnatural, Hostile And Menacing. It Is Like A Monstrous Vulture That Hovers, Biding Its Time.