I am so wise I had my mouth sewn shut.
Two daiquiris withdrew into a corner of a gorgeous room and one told the other a lie.
something has been said for sobriety but very little.
I cry. Evil dissolves, & love, like foam; that love. Prattle of children powers me home, my heart claps like the swan's under a frenzy of who love me & who shine.
Praise will lead you to vanity, and blame will lead you to self-pity, and both are bad for writers.
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn