Are You Living Just A Little And

There Is A Certain Age At Which A Child Looks At You In All Earnestness And Delivers A Long, Pleased Speech In All The True Inflections Of Spoken English, But With Not One Recognizable Syllable. There Is No Way You Can Tell The Child That If Language Had Been A Melody, He Had Mastered It And Done Well, But That Since It Was In Fact A Sense, He Had Botched It Utterly.

All My Books Started Out As Extravagant And Ended Up Pure And Plain.

The Real And Proper Question Is: Why Is It Beautiful?

If We Were To Judge Nature By Common Sense Or Likelihood, We Wouldn't Believe The World Existed.

Ecstasy, I Think, Is A Soul's Response To The Waves Holiness Makes As It Nears.