But The More Poetry One Reads The

Looking Back, I Imagine I Was Always Writing. Twaddle It Was Too. But Better Far Write Twaddle Or Anything, Anything, Than Nothing At All.

Why It Should Be Such An Effort To Write To The People One Loves I Can't Imagine. It's None At All To Write To Those Who Don't Really Count.

I Am Going To Enjoy Life In Paris I Know. It Is So Human And There Is Something Noble In The City... It Is A Real City, Old And Fine And Life Plays In It For Everybody To See.

Can One Do Nothing For The Dead? And For A Long Time The Answer Had Been - Nothing!

In The Woods Where Snow Is Thick, Bars Of Sunlight Lay Like Pale Fire.