We All Want What's Been Suddenly Disallowed.

I'm One Of The Cliches That Has Grown Up.

Knowledge Is The Harvest Of Attention

The Heroes Of The Present Will Retreat To The Imitation They Are Anyhow.

Fact Is Based Upon Vulgar Matter.

This Morning Of The Small Snow I Count The Blessings, The Leak In The Faucet Which Makes Of The Sink Time, The Drop Of The Water On Water.