What Are We? Humans? Or

I Have A Confession To Make. The Love Affair Of My Life Has Been With The Greek Language. I Have Now Reached The Age When It Has Occurred To Me That I May Have Read Some Books For The Last Time. I Suddenly Thought That There Are Books I Cannot Bear Not To Read Again Before I Die. One That Stands Out A Mile Is Homer's Iliad.

We Have A Disharmony In Our Natures. We Cannot Live Together Without Injuring Each Other.

The Thing Is - Fear Can't Hurt You Any More Than A Dream.

I'm Not A Critic So Much Of My Own Writing. People Must Make Up Their Own Minds Over That.

My Yesterdays Walk With Me. They Keep Step, They Are Gray Faces That Peer Over My Shoulder.