The Ear Disapproves But Tolerates

Living Is A Horizontal Fall.

After You Have Written A Thing And You Reread It, There Is Always The Temptation To Fix It Up, To Improve It, To Remove Its Poison, Blunt Its Sting.

The Prettiest Dresses Are Worn To Be Taken Off.

The Art Of Genius Is Knowing How Far Out Is Too Far.

Since The Day Of My Birth, My Death Began Its Walk. It Is Walking Toward Me, Without Hurrying.