The Writing Of Words Can Lead To

If You Are To Become A Writer You'll Have To Stop Fooling With Words.

I Am Pregnant With Song. My Body Aches But Do Not Betray Me. I Will Sing Songs And Hide Them Away. I Will Tear Them Into Bits And Throw Them In The Street. The Streets Of My City Are Full Of Dark Holes. I Will Hide My Songs In The Holes Of The Streets.

The Whole Object Of Education Is...to Develop The Mind. The Mind Should Be A Thing That Works.

Next To Occupation Is The Building Up Of Good Taste. That Is Difficult, Slow Work. Few Achieve It. It Means All The Difference In The World In The End.

The Writer, An Old Man With A White Moustache, Had Some Difficulty Getting Into Bed.