If you write a half hour a day it makes a lot of writing year by year.
Why should a sequence of words be anything but a pleasure?
Let me listen to me and not to them.
Hope in gates, hope in spoons, hope in doors, hope in tables, no hope in daintiness and determination. Hope in dates.
There are a lot of other things besides nouns.
The creator of the new composition in the arts is an outlaw until he is a classic.