I Have Never Gone To

Falling In Love Is The Easiest Thing In The World. It's Standing In Love That Matters.

The Writer Must Hew The Phantom Rock.

The Music Left Only This Bad Hurt In Her, And A Blankness. She Could Not Remember Any Of The Symphony, Not Even The Last Few Notes. She Tried To Remember, But No Sound At All Came To Her. Now That It Was Over There Was Only Her Heart Like A Rabbit And This Terrible Hurt.

All We Can Do Is Go Around Telling The Truth.

Because In Some Men It Is In Them To Give Up Everything Personal At Some Time, Before It Ferments And Poisons--throw It To Some Human Being Or Some Human Idea. They Have To.