There Is A Great Deal Of Difference

The Masculine Imagination Lives In A State Of Perpetual Revolt Against The Limitations Of Human Life. In Theological Terms, One Might Say That All Men, Left To Themselves, Become Gnostics. They May Swagger Like Peacocks, But In Their Heart Of Hearts They All Think Sex An Indignity And Wish They Could Beget Themselves On Themselves. Hence The Aggressive Hostility Toward Women So Manifest In Most Club-car Stories.

Thank God For Books As An Alternative To Conversation.

Death Is The Sound Of Distant Thunder At A Picnic.

Though One Cannot Always Remember Exactly Why One Has Been Happy, There Is No Forgetting That One Was.

What The Poet Says Has Never Been Said Before, But, Once He Has Said It, His Readers Recognize Its Validity For Themselves.