If I Have To Be Alone I

I Cannot Sleep For Dreaming; I Cannot Dream But I Wake And Walk About The House As Though I'd Find You Coming Through Some Door.

Great Stones They Lay Upon His Chest Until He Plead Aye Or Nay. They Say He Give Them But Two Words. "more Weight," He Says. And Died.

The Brain Heals The Past Like An Injury.

I'm Sure There Are Writers Who Are Great Businessmen, But I Never Met Any.

I Think The Tragic Feeling Is Invoked In Us When We Are In The Presence Of A Character Who Is Ready To Lay Down His Life, If Need Be, To Secure One Thing -- His Sense Of Personal Dignity.