Though He Had Very Little

He Laughed A Little, In An Odd, Nervous Kind Of Way. "because If I Don't Get Going Soon, The Whole Impetus May Die--and If That Happens, Well, I Really Shall Consider A Long, Restful Plunge Into Insanity. Sometimes The Abyss Yawns Very Attractively.

I Only Want To Write. And There's No College For That Except Life.

Perhaps If I Make Myself Write I Shall Find Out What Is Wrong With Me.

Even A Broken Heart Doesn't Warrant A Waste Of Good Paper.

I Think It [religion] Is An Art, The Greatest One; An Extension Of The Communion All The Other Arts Attempt.