A Book Is Not Harmless Merely Because

In The Life Of One Man, Never The Same Time Returns.

Death Has A Hundred Hands And Walks By A Thousand Ways.

I Do Not Know Much About Gods; But I Think That The River Is A Strong Brown God-sullen, Untamed And Intractable.

For I Have Known Them All Already, Known Them All— Have Known The Evenings, Mornings, Afternoons, I Have Measured Out My Life With Coffee Spoons.

Art Is The Escape From Personality.