Fame Often Makes A Writer Vain, But

There Is A Great Deal Of Difference In Believing Something Still, And Believing It Again.

A Culture Is No Better Than Its Woods

Marriage Is Rarely Bliss But, Surely It Would Be Worse As Particles To Pelt At Thousands Of Miles Per Sec About A Universe In Which A Lover's Kiss Would Either Not Be Felt Or Break The Loved One's Neck.

The Glacier Knocks In The Cupboard, The Desert Sighs In The Bed, And The Crack In The Teacup Opens A Lane To The Land Of The Dead.

The Surest Sign That A Man Has A Genuine Taste Of His Own Is That He Is Uncertain Of It.