Gossip, Or, As We Gossips Like To

While You Are Living, Part Of You Has Slipped Away To The Cemetery.

It's One Of The Things Writing Students Don't Understand. They Write A First Draft And Are Quite Disappointed, Or Often Should Be Disappointed. They Don't Understand That They Have Merely Begun, And That They May Be Merely Beginning Even In The Second Or Third Draft.

I Am Alone Here In New York, No Longer A We.

Here In The City The Worst Thing That Can Happen To A Nation Has Happened: We Are A People Afraid Of Its Youth.

The Future May Be An Enemy. Time Can Turn Happy Days And Nights Into Nothing.