If This Was Love, Love Had Been

He Was There Or Was Not There: Not There If I Didn't See Him.

I Adore Adverbs; They Are The Only Qualifications I Really Much Respect.

It Exhibits The Effort Of An Essentially Prosaic Mind To Lift Itself, By A Prolonged Muscular Strain, Into Poetry.

One Can't Judge Till One's Forty; Before That We're Too Eager, Too Hard, Too Cruel, And In Addition Much Too Ignorant.

We Must For Dear Life Make Our Own Counter-realities.