The Man Who Interprets Nature Is Always

When One Is Too Old For Love, One Finds Great Comfort In Good Dinners.

Tell Me, And Then Again Show Me, So I Can Know.

If Writers Were Too Wise, Perhaps No Books Would Get Written At All. It Might Be Better To Ask Yourself 'why?”'afterwards Than Before There Is No Agony Like Bearing An Untold Story Inside You.

I Note That The Africa Loves To Depict The Grace Of Reptiles.

There Is A Basin In The Mind Where Words Float Around On Thought And Thought On Sound And Sight. Then There Is A Depth Of Thought Untouched By Words, And Deeper Still A Gulf Of Formless Feelings Untouched By Thought.