They Who Talk Much Of Destiny, Their

In Nature Nothing Can Be Given. All Things Are Sold.

Let Every Man Shovel Out His Own Snow And The Whole City Will Be Passable.

Good Writing Is A Kind Of Skating Which Carries Off The Performer Where He Would Not Go.

For All Symbols Are Fluxional; All Language Is Vehicular And Transitive, And Is Good, As Ferries And Horses Are, For Conveyance, Not As Farms And Houses Are, For Homestead.

The Roses Under My Window Make No Reference To Former Roses Or Better Ones; They Are What They Are; They Exist With God Today. There Is No Time To Them. There Is Simply The Rose; It Is Perfect In Every Moment Of Its Existence.