It Is Habit For Me To Discount

I Felt Like An Impostor, Taking All That Money For Reciting Ten Or Twelve Lines Of Nonsense A Day.

It Is Habit For Me To Discount Myself Before Somebody Else Does It For Me. Better To Get In The First Lick

Someone, I Don't Know Who- It Might Have Even Been Me- Said, Any Man At The Age Of Twenty-five Who Is Not A Communist Has No Heart: Any Man Who Is Still Is At The Age Of Thirty-five Has No Head.

I Am Convinced Of The Validity Of Contradiction. There Are Many Worlds. Each Is True, At Its Time, In Its Own Fashion

I Allow Myself To Be Understood As A Colorful Fragment In A Drab World.