All Men Are Creative But Few Are

The Problem Of Translation Is To Retreat To A Simpler Tenor Of One's Own Style And Creatively Adjust This To One's Author.

The Ancient Dream Of Man To Fly Among The Stars And Go Through The Could And Look Down On The Lands And Seas Has Degenerated In Its Realization To The Socialized And Apathetic Behavior Of Passengers Who Hardly Look Out The Windows.

What The Devil To Do With The Sentence "who The Devil Does He Think He's Fooling?" You Can't Write "whom The Devil- ".

Few Great Men Would Have Got Past Personnel.

An Awkward Consequence Of Heightening Experience When One Is Inexperienced, Of Self-transcendence When One Has Not Much World To Lose, Is That Afterward One Cannot Be Sure That One Was Somewhere Or Had Newly Experienced Anything. If You Aren't Much In The World, How Do You Know You Are "out Of This World"?