To Misuse One's Talent, To

Writing Is Like Being In Love. You Never Get Better At It Or Learn More About It. The Day You Think You Do Is The Day You Lose It. Robert Frost Called His Work A Lover's Quarrel With The World. It's Ongoing. It Has Neither A Beginning Nor An End. You Don't Have To Worry About Learning Things. The Fire Of One's Art Burns All The Impurities From The Vessel That Contains It.

The System Shaves The Dice On The Side Of Those With Money And Power, And Anyone Who Believes Otherwise Deserves Anything That Happens To Him.

I Feel Blessed In The Knowledge That I Probably Belong To The Last Generation That Will Remember What We Call "traditional America."

In That Moment, When Watches And Clocks Misbehave And You Feel A Cold Vapor Wrap Itself Around Your Heart, You Unconsciously Draw A Line At The Bottom Of A Long Column Of Numbers And Come Up With A Sum. Perhaps It's One That Fills You With Contentment And Endows You With A Level Of Courage And An Acceptance That You Didn't Know You Possessed.or Maybe Not.

The Story Of Ulysses And Agamemnon And Menelaus, Of Jesus, Of The Good Knight Of Chaucer, Lives In Every One Of Us.