With Age, Comfort Becomes More Seductive Than

When Poets Go Off The Boil, They Sound Like Bumble Bees; When Critics Do, They Sound Like Sewing Machines.

Between Repetition And Forgetting, It Is A Marvel That A New Thought Ever Struggles Into Existence.

F. Scott Fitzgerald Thought That Prolonging His Adolescence Would Protect His Talent.

The Puritan Sours His Pleasures By Disguising Them As Duties.

My Neglected Duties Crowd Around Me In My Dreams, Murmuring.