You Have Learned Enough To See That

A Cold Coming We Had Of It, Just The Worst Time Of The Year For A Journey, And Such A Long Journey: The Ways Deep And The Weather Sharp, The Very Dead Of Winter.

For Us, There Is Only The Trying. The Rest Is Not Our Business.

Every Nation, Every Race, Has Not Only Its Own Creative, But Its Own Critical Turn Of Mind; And Is Even More Oblivious Of The Shortcomings And Limitations Of Its Critical Habits Than Of Those Of Its Creative Genius.

So The Lover Must Struggle For Words.

Every End Is A Beginning...and Every Beginning Is An End.