Though I Revise Constantly As I Write,

And What Is 'art'? - A Firestorm Rushing Through Time, Arising From No Visible Source And Conforming To No Principles Of Logic Or Causality.

Running! If There's Any Activity Happier, More Exhilarating, More Nourishing To The Imagination, I Can't Think Of What It Might Be.

I Was Brought Up To Be Sympathetic Toward Others.

There Is A Terrible Weight In All Kinds Of Beauty

Evil Isn't A Cosmological Riddle, Only Just Selfish Human Behavior.