He Is The Same Old Sausage, Fizzing

I Hold Any Writer Sufficiently Justified Who Is Himself In Love With His Theme.

Innocent And Infinite Are The Pleasures Of Observation.

Excellence Does Not Require Perfection.

I Don't Care About Anything But You, And That's Enough For The Present. I Want You To Be Happy--not To Think Of Anything Sad; Only To Feel That I'm Near You And I Love You. Why Should There Be Pain? In Such Hours As This What Have We To Do With Pain? That's Not The Deepest Thing; There's Something Deeper.

If You Haven't Had Your Life What Have You Had?