Her Memory's Your Love. You Want No

To Read Between The Lines Was Easier Than To Follow The Text.

An Englishman's Never So Natural As When He's Holding His Tongue.

The Time-honored Bread-sauce Of The Happy Ending.

To Live In The World Of Creation-to Get Into It And Stay In It-to Frequent It And Haunt It...to Think Intently And Fruitfully, To Woo Combinations And Inspirations Into Being By A Depth And Continuity Of Attention And Meditation-this Is The Only Thing.

A Swift Carriage, Of A Dark Night, Rattling With Four Horses Over Roads That One Can’t See--that’s My Idea Of Happiness.