We Have Not Yet Encountered

It's A Little Silly To Finally Learn How To Write At This Age. But I Long Ago Realized I Was Secretly Sincere.

You Can't Test Courage Cautiously, So I Ran Hard And Waved My Arms Hard, Happy.

There Is No Such Thing As An Artist: There Is Only The World Lit Or Unlit As The Light Allows. When The Candle Is Burning, Who Looks At The Wick? When The Candle Is Out, Who Needs It?

When You Write, You Lay Out A Line Of Words. Soon You Find Yourself Deep In New Territory.

Just Think: In All The Clean, Beautiful Reaches Of The Solar System, Our Planet Alone Is A Blot; Our Planet Alone Has Death.