Why Is It That Whenever I Hear

I Can Draw And Write, And You'd Be Foolish Not To Hire Me.

Dreams Have Only The Pigmentation Of Fact.

When One Wants To Become Cognizant Of The Color And The Texture Of The Soil, One Does Not Get A Ladder; One Gets A Shovel. When One Wants To Get Into Touch With The Texture Of The Universal Mind, One Does Not Go To Boston; One Goes To The Bowery.

I Talk Too Much Because I Have Been Made So Miserable By What You Are Keeping Hushed.

Una's Face Was An Unbroken Block Of Calculation, Saving Where, Upon Her Upper Lip, A Little Down Of Hair Fluttered. Yet It Gave One An Uncanny Feeling. It Made One Think Of A Tassel On A Hammer.