When The Eyes Of The Flesh Are

I Have Not Much Faith In Women In Fiction.... Women Are So Horribly Subjective And They Have Such Scorn For The Healthy Commonplace. When A Woman Writes A Story Of Adventure, A Stout Sea Tale, A Manly Battle Yarn, Anything Without Wine, Women, And Love, Then I Will Begin To Hope For Something Great From Them, Not Before.

Loyal? As Loyal As Anyone Who Plays Second Fiddle Ever Is.

Elsewhere The Sky Is The Roof Of The World; But Here The Earth Was The Floor Of The Sky.

Old Men Are Like That, You Know. It Makes Them Feel Important To Think They Are In Love With Somebody.

Life Hurrying Past Us And Running Away, Too Strong To Stop, Too Sweet To Lose.