I See More Genuine Sociability

As An English Major I Was Familiar With The Stories Of Dozens Of Writers Trying To Get Their Work Done Among The Multifarious Diversions Of The World And The Hurdles Of Their Own Vices. A Professor Had Said That What Saved Writers Is That They, Like Politicians, Had The Illusion Of Destiny That Allowed Them To Overcome Obstacles No Matter How Nominal Their Work.

The Old Fun Thing Is When Somebody Typed Up The First Chapter Of War And Peace. And Then Made A Precis Of The Rest Of It And Sent It Out And Only One Publisher Recognized It.

What Cannot Be Said, Will Get Wept.

Fate Has Never Ladled Out Hardship Very Evenly, And This Frequently Trips Our Often Infantile Sense Of Justice.

Zen Is The Vehicle Of Reality.