It's A National Failing To Think Of

Feedback Is A Pleasant Thing. I Get A Lot Of Letters From Unexpected People In Unexpected Places.

When Childhood Dies, Its Corpses Are Called Adults And They Enter Society, One Of The Politer Names Of Hell. That Is Why We Dread Children, Even If We Love Them, They Show Us The State Of Our Decay.

I Can't Help Believing That These Things That Come From The Subconscious Mind Have A Sort Of Truth To Them. It May Not Be A Scientific Truth, But It's Psychological Truth.

If More People Had Put Their Fellow Human Beings Before Abstractions Last Century, We Shouldn't Be Where We Are Now.

Its At Night, When Perhaps We Should Be Dreaming, That The Mind Is Most Clear, That We Are Most Able To Hold All Our Life In The Palm Of Our Skull. I Dont Know If Anyone Has Ever Pointed Out That Great Attraction Of Insomnia Before, But It Is So; The Night Seems To Release A Little More Of Our Vast Backward Inheritance Of Instincts And Feelings; As With The Dawn, A Little Honey Is Allowed To Ooze Between The Lips Of The Sandwich, A Little Of The Stuff Of Dreams To Drip Into The Waking Mind.