Middle Age Snuffs Out More Talent Than

We Should All Live As If We Were Never Going To Die, For It Is The Deaths Of Our Friends That Hurt Us, Not Our Own.

One Of The Marks Of A Great Poet Is That He Creates His Own Family Of Words And Teaches Them To Live Together In Harmony And To Help One Another.

Every Writer And Artist Wonders What In The World People Of Other Professions Can Find To Live For.

We Confess Our Bad Qualities To Others Out Of Fear Of Appearing Naive Or Ridiculous By Not Being Aware Of Them.

Everyone Alters And Is Altered By Everyone Else. We Are All The Time Taking In Portions Of One Another Or Else Reacting Against Them, And By These Involuntary Acquisitions And Repulsions Modifying Our Natures.