Small Talk Comes From Small Bones

If I Could Believe The Quakers Banned Music Because Church Music Is So Damn Bad, I Should View Them With Approval.

Poetry Is About As Much A 'criticism Of Life' As Red-hot Iron Is A Criticism Of Fire.

As For Literature It Gives No Man A Sinecure. And No One Knows, At Sight, A Masterpiece. And Give Up Verse, My Boy, There's Nothing In It.

What Thou Lovest Well Remains, The Rest Is Dross What Thou Lov’st Well Shall Not Be Reft From Thee What Thou Lov’st Well Is Thy True Heritage

A Real Building Is One On Which The Eye Can Light And Stay Lit.