The Test Is Always How We Treat

I Was Under Twenty When I Deliberately Put It To Myself One Night After Good Conversation That There Are Moments When We Actually Touch In Talk What The Best Writing Can Only Come Near. The Curse Of Our Book Language Is Not So Much That It Keeps Forever To The Same Set Phrases . . . But That It Sounds Forever With The Same Reading Tones. We Must Go Out Into The Vernacular For Tones That Haven't Been Brought To Book.

I Cut My Own Hair. I Got Sick Of Barbers Because They Talk Too Much. And Too Much Of Their Talk Was About My Hair Coming Out.

I Believe In Teaching, But I Don’t Believe In Going To School.

The Old Dog Barks Backward Without Getting Up I Can Remember When He Was A Pup.

The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom.