The Past Is A Work Of Art,

Not Philosophy, After All, Not Humanity, Just Sheer Joyous Power Of Song, Is The Primal Thing In Poetry.

People Seem To Think There Is Something Inherently Noble And Virtuous In The Desire To Go For A Walk.

For People Who Like That Kind Of Thing, This Is The Kind Of Thing They Like.

It Seems To Be A Law Of Nature That No Man, Unless He Has Some Obvious Physical Deformity, Ever Is Loth To Sit For His Portrait.

The One Real Goal Of Education Is To Leave A Person Asking Questions.