I Had Lost Something In My Youth

When Daniel Boone Goes By At Night The Phantom Deer Arise And All Lost, Wild America Is Burning In Their Eyes.

One Cannot Balance Tragedy In The Scales Unless One Weighs It With The Tragic Heart.

Few People Have Written Significant Books About San Francisco. Robert Duncan Was, In My Opinion, Often In The Clouds. If He Walked The Streets A Lot He Didn't Write About As Such.

Even In Hell, If A Man Was A Man, You'd Know It.

Books Are Not Men And Yet They Are Alive. They Are Man's Memory And His Aspiration, The Link Between His Present And His Past, The Tools He Builds With.