The Writing Of Words Can Lead To

There Is Within Every Human Being A Deep Well Of Thinking Over Which A Heavy Iron Lid Is Kept Clamped.

Father Was Made For Romance. For Him There Was No Such Thing As A Fact.

I Am A Lover And Have Not Found My Thing To Love.

I Think That Those Of Us Who Are What Are Called Intellectuals Make A Terrible Mistake In Overvaluing The Yen We Have For The Arts, Books, Etc. There Is A Sweet, Fine Quality In Life That Has Nothing To Do With This, And More And More I Find Myself Valuing Myself With Those People.

Father Was Made For Romance. For Him There Was No Such Thing As A Fact.