I Want My Books To Sell, To

In Life's Brief Game To Be A Winner A Man Must Have...oh Yes, Above All Else, Of Course, Someone To Love.

You Can Talk Good Ideas Out Of Existence.

Everyone Sort Of Sees His Own Life And Times As Being Ephemeral. One Thinks That Everything Good Or Important That Happened, Happened In The Past. But I Think That Seeing Scenes That You Are Used To, But With The Heightening Effects Of Poetry, Perhaps Makes You Value Your Life And Times More Than You Might Otherwise Do.

Every Object Strives For Its Proper Place. A Book Seeks To Be Near Its Truest Admirer. Just As This Helpless Moth Seeks To Be Near The Candle That Infatuates Him.

I Have A Reputation For Being Hermitlike. I'm Not. I'm Just Obsessed With My Work.