Youth, When It Is Hurt,

I Tell You There Is Such A Thing As Creative Hate.

Merely Having Seen The Season Change In A Country Gave One The Sense Of Having Been There For A Long Time.

There Are Some Things You Learn Best In Calm, And Some In Storm.

I Have Sometimes Thought That His Bursts Of Imaginative Talk Were Fatal To His Poetic Gift. He Squandered Too Much In The Heat Of Personal Communication.

If Youth Did Not Matter So Much To Itself, It Would Never Have The Heart To Go On.