And Chaucer, With His Infantine Familiar Clasp

Like To Write? Of Course, Of Course I Do. I Seem To Live While I Write - It Is Life, For Me.

Behold Me! I Am Worthy Of Thy Loving, For I Love Thee!

The Man, Most Man, Works Best For Men: And, If Most Man Indeed, He Gets His Manhood Plainest From His Soul.

You Smell A Rose Through A Fence: If Two Should Smell It, What Matter?

It Was Not The Apple On The Tree But The Pair On The Ground That Caused The Trouble In The Garden Of Eden.