Let Our Love Be Like An Arch-

If A Man Means His Writing Seriously, He Must Mean To Write Well. But How Can He Write Well Until He Learns To See What He Has Written Badly. His Progress Toward Good Writing And His Recognition Of Bad Writing Are Bound To Unfold At Something Like The Same Rate.

At The Next Vacancy For God, If I Am Elected, I Shall Forgive Last The Delicately Wounded Who, Having Been Slugged No Harder Than Anyone Else, Never Got Up Again, Neither To Fight Back, Nor To Finger Their Jaws In Painful Admiration.

You Don't Have To Suffer To Be A Poet; Adolescence Is Enough Suffering For Anyone.

The Reader Deserves An Honest Opinion. If He Doesn't Deserve It, Give It To Him Anyhow.

The Thing About Cats, As You May Find, Is That No One Knows What They Have In Mind.