The Artistic Impulse Seems Not To Wish

The Creatures That Want To Live A Life Of Their Own, We Call Wild. If Wild, Then No Matter How Harmless, We Treat Them As Outlaws, And Those Of Us Who Are Specially Well Brought Up Shoot Them For Fun.

There Is An Art Of Reading, As Well As An Art Of Thinking, And An Art Of Writing.

A Universe Capable Of Giving Birth To Many Such Accidents Is-- Blind Or Not-- A Good World To Live In, A Promising Universe.

Tender Are A Mother's Dreams, But Her Babe's Not What He Seems. See Him Plotting In His Mind To Grow Up Some Other Kind.

Father Expected A Good Deal Of God. He Didn't Actually Accuse God Of Inefficiency, But When He Prayed His Tone Was Loud And Angry, Like That Of A Dissatisfied Guest In A Carelessly Managed Hotel.