Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold, Through the brown mould Although the March breeze blew keen on her face, Although the white snow lay in many a place.
Today there are a lot of novelists who seem to be writing to be reviewed, not read.
Human beings want to know too much abut each other, and that's why there are so many lies.
I don't ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful.
The culture of drink endures because it offers so many rewards: confidence for the shy, clarity for the uncertain, solace to the wounded and lonely, and above all, the elusive promises of friendship and love.
There are 10,000 books in my library, and it will keep growing until I die. This has exasperated my daughters, amused my friends and baffled my accountant. If I had not picked up this habit in the library long ago, I would have more money in the bank today; I would not be richer.
Don't tell me about the world. Not today. It's springtime and they're knocking baseball around fields where the grass is damp and green in the morning and the kids are trying to hit the curve ball.
Exaggerated portrayals apparently destroy desire more effectively than any repression.
No man or woman who tries to pursue an ideal in his or her own way is without enemies.
Across th street is a hell of a tester.
There are no fixed points in space.