perhaps there's no sharper spur to meditation than answered prayer.

But memory, after a time, dispenses its own emphasis, making a feuilleton of what we once thought most ponderable, laying its wreath on what we never thought to recall.

I get up and I have coffee and I speak to no man and I go to my desk.

When anything gets freed, a zest goes round the world.

perhaps there's no sharper spur to meditation than answered prayer.

First publication is a pure, carnal leap into that dark which one dreams is life.

Speech isn't for agony.