The Cult Of Art Gives Pride; One

Writing Is A Dog's Life, But The Only Life Worth Living.

And Indeed, What Is Better Than To Sit By One's Fireside In The Evening With A Book, While The Wind Beats Against The Window And The Lamp Is Buring?

Poetry Is As Precise A Thing As Geometry.

I Am Finding It Very Hard To Get My Novel Started. I Suffer From Stylistic Abscesses; And Sentences Keep Itching Without Coming To A Head.

(egypt) Is A Great Place For Contrasts: Splendid Things Gleam In The Dust.