Eternity - Waste Of Time.

At First, When An Idea, A Poem, Or The Desire To Write Takes Hold Of You, Work Is A Pleasure, A Delight, And Your Enthusiasm Knows No Bounds. But Later On You Work With Difficulty, Doggedly, Desperately. For Once You Have Committed Yourself To A Particular Work, Inspiration Changes Its Form And Becomes An Obsession, Like A Love-affair… Which Haunts You Night And Day! Once At Grips With A Work, We Must Master It Completely Before We Can Recover Our Idleness.

If We Keep An Open Mind, Too Much Is Likely To Fall Into It.

Why Grab Possessions Like Thieves, Or Divide Them Like Socialists When You Can Ignore Them Like Wise Men?

My Queerness Is Not A Vice, Is Not Deliberate, And Harms No One.

Being Bilingual Is Like Having A Wife And A Mistress. One Can Never Be Sure Of Either.