I'm In Mourning For My

I Confess I Seldom Commune With My Conscience When I Write.

Everyone Has The Same God; Only People Differ.

Exquisite Nature, Daydreams, And Music Say One Thing, Real Life Another.

It Is As Acceptable Now To Love The Wives Of Others As It Is To Smoke Their Cigars And Read Their Books.

Idea For A Short Story. The Shore Of A Lake, A Young Girl Who's Spent Her Whole Life Beside It, A Girl Like You She Loves The Lake The Way A Seagull Does, And She's Happy And Free As A Seagull. Then A Man Comes Along, Sees Her, And Ruins Her Life Because He Has Nothing Better To Do. Destroys Her Like This Seagull Here.