Truth Lies Within A Little

I Believe That Every Human Being Is Potentially Capable Within His 'limits' Of Fully 'realizing' His Potentialities; That This, His Being Cheated And Choked Of It, Is Infinitely The Ghastliest, Commonest, And Most Inclusive Of All The Crimes Of Which The Human World Can Assure Itself.

This Continent, An Open Palm Spread Frank Before The Sky.

How Far We All Come. How Far We All Come Away From Ourselves. So Far, So Much Between, You Can Never Go Home Again. You Can Go Home, It's Good To Go Home, But You Never Really Get All The Way Home Again In Your Life. ... Whatever It Was And However Good It Was, It Wasn't What You Once Had Been, And Had Lost, And Could Never Have Again, And Once In A While, Once In A Long Time, You Remembered, And Knew How Far You Were Away, And It Hit You Hard Enough, That Little While It Lasted, To Break Your Heart.

It's Kind Of A Test, Mary, And It's The Only Kind That Amounts To Anything. When Something Rotten Like This Happens, Then You Have Your Choice. You Start To Really Be Alive, Or You Start To Die. That's All.

I'm Very Anxious Not To Fall Into Archaism Or 'literary' Diction. I Want My Vocabulary To Have A Very Large Range, But The Words Must Be Alive.