O sweet delusive Noon Which the morning climbs to find O moment sped too soon And morning left behind.
The impulse to dream was slowly beaten out of me by experience. Now it surged up again and I hungered for books new ways of looking and seeing.
Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a...
The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
Life has no limitations, except the ones you make.
A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly...
As a child I understood how to give, I have forgotten this grace since I...
