I'm Sure Many Writers Have These Strange,

Best To Take The Moment Present As A Present For The Moment. . .

If I Cannot Fly, Let Me Sing.

Now, This One Might Be A Little Stringy, But Then Again, It's Fiddle Player." That Isn't Fiddle Player, It's Piccolo Player." How Can You Tell?" It's Piping Hot!" Then Blow On It First!

Oh If Life Were Made Of Moments Even Now And Then A Bad One--! But If Life Were Only Moments, Then You'd Never Know You Had One.

That's The Trouble With Awards For A Body Of Work. They Always Come At Both A Good Time And A Wrong Time. Good Because They Tell You What You've Been Doing Was Worth The Doing And Wrong Because They Ought To Come When You're Young And Excited And Hungry For Assurance That What You're Doing Is Worth The Doing.