One Of The Greatest Necessities

Didn't You Tie The Mittens On Her Feet (wednesday Evening's) Extra Special Nice? Yes--she Is An Extra Special Nice Pigeon. She Cries For Pity When She Wants Pity. And She Shuts Her Eyes When She Doesn't Want To Look At You. And If You Look Deep In Her Eyes When Her Eyes Are Open You Will See Lights There Exactly Like The Lights On The Pastures And The Meadows When The Mist Is Drifting On A Wednesday Evening Just Between The Twilight And Gloaming.

A Book Is Never A Masterpiece: It Becomes One. Genius Is The Talent Of A Dead Man.

We Had Two Grand Antique Professors Who Had Been Teaching At Lombard Since Before I Was Born.

Where Was I Going? I Puzzled And Wondered About It Til I Actually Enjoyed The Puzzlement And Wondering.

I'm An Idealist. I Don't Know Where I'm Going, But I'm On My Way.