Im A Firm Believer In

If You Have The Words, There's Always A Chance That You'll Find The Way.

God Is A Foreman With Certain Definite Views Who Orders Life In Shifts Of Work And Leisure.

You Had To Come Back To Learn How To Lose Yourself, To Be Pilot And Stray-witch, Hansel And Gretel In One.

But Even So, None Of The News Of These World-spasms Entered Me As Terror.

The Main Thing Is To Write For The Joy Of It. Cultivate A Work-lust That Imagines Its Haven Like Your Hands At Night Dreaming The Sun In The Sunspot Of A Breast. You Are Fasted Now, Light-headed, Dangerous. Take Off From Here.