A joke is a joke or the image of a truth.
There is only one world the world pressing against you this minute.
For what I have received may the Lord make me truly thankful. And more truly for what I have not received.
each time that I have run away - and from a habit it quickly became an illness - I have betrayed someone. Myself, but not always only myself.
Perhaps this is in the end what most marriages are - gentleness, memory, and habit.
The critic's hankering to be law-giver rather than servant of literature is irrepressible.