Youth Sees Too Far To

This Morning I Deleted The Hyphen From "hell-bound" And Made It One Word; This Afternoon I Redivided It And Restored The Hyphen.

Where's The Need Of Singing Now?

Pity Is Like A Knife, Sometimes, And It May Pierce One Who Employs It More Shrewdly Than The Victim It Would Save.

To Some Will Come A Time When Change Itself Is Beauty, If Not Heaven.

Friends: People Who Borrow My Books And Set Wet Glasses On Them.