I have become infected, now that I see how beautifully a book is coming out of all this.

I had taken a course in Ethics. I read a thick textbook, heard the class discussions and came out of it saying I hadn't learned a thing I didn't know before about morals and what is right or wrong in human conduct.

Poetry is a kinetic arrangement of static syllables.

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building.

Yesterday is done. Tomorrow never comes. Today is here. If you don't know what to do, sit still and listen. You may hear something. Nobody knows.

Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.