Poets Are The Sense, Philosophers­­ The Intelligence­­

That's The Mistake I Made, One Of The Mistakes, To Have Wanted A Story For Myself, Whereas Life Alone Is Enough.

How Can One Better Magnify The Almighty Than By Sniggering With Him At His Little Jokes, Particularly The Poorer Ones?

In The Landscape Of Extinction, Precision Is Next To Godliness.

I Write About Myself With The Same Pencil And In The Same Exercise Book As About Him. It Is No Longer I, But Another Whose Life Is Just Beginning.

To-morrow, When I Wake, Or Think I Do, What Shall I Say Of To-day?