It Is Such A Relief To Be

No Man Can Be Explained By His Personal History, Least Of All A Poet.

Mexican Writer And Diplomat, "pasado En Claro" ("a Draft Of Shadows") You Learn Something The Day You Die. You Learn How To Die.

A Story Is Like Something You Wind Out Of Yourself. Like A Spider, It Is A Web You Weave, And You Love Your Story Like A Child.

We Have This Mistaken Notion That Everybody In The World Has To Go To College. The Colleges Are Already Crowded With People Who Never In This World Will Absorb More Than A Rudimentary Education, And We Dilute Everything To Meet This Low Standard.

I Love To Praise What I Love, And I Won't For A Minute Believe That Love Is Blind -- Indeed, It Gives Clearness Without Sharpness, And Surely That Is The Best Light In Which To Look At Anything.