The Sweet Of Bitter Bark

No, In Country Money, The Country Scale Of Gain, The Requisite Lift Of Spirit Has Never Been Found.

Heaven Gives Its Glimpses Only To Those Not In Position To Look Too Close.

Some Say The World Will End In Fire, Some Say In Ice. From What I've Tasted Of Desire, I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire. But If It Had To Perish Twice I Think I Know Enough Of Hate To Say That For Destruction Ice Is Also Great And Would Suffice.

The Ear Is The Only True Writer And The Only True Reader.

How Are We To Write The Russian Novel In America As Long As Life Goes So Unterribly?