The Cliche Is Dead Poetry.

The Cliché Is Dead Poetry. English, Being The Language Of An Imaginative Race, Abounds In Clichés, So That English Literature Is Always In Danger Of Being Poisoned By Its Own Secretions.

Every Writer And Artist Wonders What In The World People Of Other Professions Can Find To Live For.

We Soon Cease To Feel The Grief At The Deaths Of Our Friends, Yet We Continue To The End Of Our Lives To Miss Them. They Are Still With Us In Their Absence.

It Is By Sitting Down To Write Every Morning That He Becomes A Writer. Those Who Do Not Do This Remain Amateurs.

Old Age Takes Away From Us What We Have Inherited And Gives Us What We Have Earned.