My Name Is Truth And I Am

I Can Remember Only A Few Of The Strange And Curious Words Now Dead But Living And Spoken By The English People A Thousand Years Ago.

And All Poets Love Dust And Mist Because All The Last Answers. Go Running Back To Dust And Mist.

I Am Still Studying Verbs And The Mystery Of How They Connect Nouns. I Am More Suspicious Of Adjectives Than At Any Other Time In All My Born Days.

Every Blunder Behind Us Is Giving A Cheer For Us, And Only For Those Who Were Willing To Fail Are The Dangers And Splendors Of Life.

We Don't Have To Think Up A Title Till We Get The Doggone Book Written.