The only man, woman, or child who wrote a simple declarative sentence with seven grammatical errors "is dead."

A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.

I am someone who proudly and humbly affirms that love is the mystery-of-mysteries, and that nothing measurable matters 'a very good God damn'; that 'an artist, a man, a failure' is no mere whenfully accreting mechanism, but a givingly eternal complexity-neither some soulless and heartless ultrapredatory infra-animal nor any understandingly knowing and believing and thinking automaton, but a naturally and miraculously whole human being-a feelingly illimitable individual; whose only happiness is to transcend himself, whose every agony is to grow.

Writingis an art; and artistsare human beings. As a human being stands, so a human being is

notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening

I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.

I'd rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.