One Must Be Businesslike, Although The Glass

The Saluki Is A Marvel Of Elegance.

It Is Necessary To Write, If The Days Are Not To Slip Emptily By. How Else, Indeed, To Clap The Net Over The Butterfly Of The Moment? For The Moment Passes, It Is Forgotten; The Mood Is Gone; Life Itself Is Gone. That Is Where The Writer Scores Over His Fellows: He Catches The Changes Of His Mind On The Hop.

My Garden All Is Overblown With Roses,/ My Spirit All Is Overblown With Rhyme.

There Is Always Something Else To Do. A Gardener Should Have Nine Times As Many Lives As A Cat.

Is It Better To Be Extremely Ambitious, Or Rather Modest? Probably The Latter Is Safer; But I Hate Safety, And Would Rather Fail Gloriously Than Dingily Succeed.