One's Favorite Book Is As

Railway Termini Are Our Gates To The Glorious And The Unknown

But This Time I'm Not To Blame; I Want You To Believe That. I Simply Slipped Into Those Violets. No, I Want To Be Really Truthful. I Am A Little To Blame. The Sky, You Know, Was Gold, And The Ground All Blue, And For A Moment He Looked Like Some One In A Book.

So, Two Cheers For Democracy: One Because It Admits Variety And Two Because It Permits Criticism.

Ideas Are Fatal To Caste.

The Sadness Of The Incomplete, The Sadness That Is Often Life, But Should Never Be Art.