The Deep Joy We Take In The

Fear Tastes Like A Rusty Knife And Do Not Let Her Into Your House.

I Do Not Understand The Capricious Lewdness Of The Sleeping Mind.

It Was A Splendid Summer Morning And It Seemed As If Nothing Could Go Wrong.

There Isn't A King Or A Merchant Prince In The Whole World That I Envy, For I Always Knew I Was Born To Be A Child Of Destiny And That I Was Never Meant To Wring My Living From Detestable, Low, Degrading, Mean And Ordinary Kinds Of Business.

Good Writers Are Often Excellent At A Hundred Other Things, But Writing Promises A Greater Latitude For The Ego.