But The More Poetry One Reads The

England Is Merely An Island Of Beef Swimming In A Warm Gulf Stream Of Gravy.

There Are In Life As Many Aspects As Attitudes Towards It, And Aspects Change With Attitudes.

I Want So To Live That I Work With My Hands And My Feeling And My Brain. I Want A Garden, A Small House, Grass, Animals, Books, Pictures, Music. And Out Of This, The Expression Of This, I Want To Be Writing (though I May Write About Cabmen. That’s No Matter.) But Warm, Eager, Living Life — To Be Rooted In Life — To Learn, To Desire, To Feel, To Think, To Act. This Is What I Want. And Nothing Less. That Is What I Must Try For.

Letters Are The Real Curse Of My Existence. I Hate To Write Them: I Have To. If I Don't, There They Are - The Great Guilty Gates Barring My Way.

You Might Drop Your Heart Into Me And You'd Never Hear It Touch Bottom.