Should at that moment the full moon Step forth upon the hill, And memories hard to bear at noon, By moonlight harder still, Form in the shadows of the trees, - Things that you could not spare And live, or so you thought, yet these All gone, and you still there, A man no longer what he was, Not yet the thing he planned.

The Englishman foxtrots as he fox-hunts, with all his being, through thickets, through ditches, over hedges, through chiffons, through waiters, over saxophones, to the victorious finish; and who goes home depends on how many the ambulance will accommodate.

Not Truth, but Faith it is that keeps the world alive.

Please don't think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don't think me either.

A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down.

I would blossom if I were a rose.

That is my being, the madness of an unaccustomed mood.