We All Have These Places Where Shy

Love Each Other Or Perish.

The Parlour Cars And Pullmans Are Packed Also With Scented Assassins, Salad-eaters Who Murder On Milk.

To Be Happy Means To Be Free, Not From Pain Or Fear, But From Care Or Anxiety.

A Poet Must Never Make A Statement Simply Because It Is Sounds Poetically Exciting; He Must Also Believe It To Be True.

I Think The First Prerequisite To Civilization Is An Ability To Make Polite Conversation.