Nothing Could Stop Mississippi.

Words Can Do Wonderful Things. They Pound, Purr. They Can Urge, They Can Wheedle, Whip, Whine. They Can Sing, Sass, Singe. They Can Churn, Check, Channelize. They Can Be A "hup Two Three Four." They Can Forge A Fiery Army Of A Hundred Languid Men.

Do Not Be Afraid Of No, Who Has So Far, So Very Far To Go.

There Can Be No Whiter Whiteness Than This One: An Insurance Man's Shirt On Its Morning Run.

I Like The Concentration, The Crush; I Like Working With Language, As Others Like Working With Clay, Or Notes.

Be Careful What You Swallow. Chew!