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I Believe In Teaching, But I Don’t Believe In Going To School.

We Can Make A Little Order Where We Are, And Then The Big Sweep Of History On Which We Can Have No Effect Doesn't Overwhelm Us. We Do It With Colors, With A Garden, With The Furnishings Of A Room, Or With Sounds And Words. We Make A Little Form, And We Gain Composure.

Affection Is An Overpowering Craving To Be Compellingly Sought.

Style Is Less The Man Than The Way A Man Takes Himself.

The Middle Of The Road Is Where The White Line Is - And That's The Worst Place To Drive.