You're Beautiful, Like A May Fly.

He Did Not Say That Because He Knew That If You Said A Good Thing It Might Not Happen.

The First And Final Thing You Have To Do In This World Is To Last It And Not Be Smashed By It.

I Am Trying To Make, Before I Get Through, A Picture Of The Whole World--or As Much Of It As I Have Seen. Boiling It Down Always, Rather Than Spreading It Out Too Thin. (on Writing.)

To Stay In Places And To Leave, To Trust, To Distrust, To No Longer Believe And Believe Again, . . . To Watch The Snow Come, To Watch It Go, To Hear Rain On A Tent, To Know Where I Can Find What I Want.

All Our Words From Loose Using Have Lost Their Edge.