Boys Do Not Grow Up Gradually. They

Approaching Forty, I Had A Singular Dream In Which I Almost Grasped The Meaning And Understood The Nature Of What It Is That Wastes In Wasted Time.

The Friendships Which Last Are Those Wherein Each Friend Respects The Other's Dignity To The Point Of Not Really Wanting Anything From Him.

Like Those Crabs Which Dress Themselves With Seaweed, We Wear Belief And Custom.

A Lazy Person, Whatever The Talents With Which He Set Out, Will Have Condemned Himself To Second-hand Thoughts And To Second-rate Friends.

Poets Arguing About Modern Poetry: Jackals Snarling Over A Dried-up Well.