I Have Never Written A Book That

It Is The Privilege Of Those Who Fear Love To Murder Those Who Do Not Fear It!

Pain Can Make A Whole Winter Bright, Like Fever, Force Us To Live Deep And Hard.

Love Is Our Human Miracle.

Failure Would Only Be If You Had Somewhere Stopped Growing. As Far As I Can See The Whole Duty Of The Artist Is To Keep On Growing.

Wrinkles Here And There Seem Unimportant Compared To The Gestalt Of The Whole Person I Have Become In This Past Year.