I Work All Day, And

What Are Days For? Days Are Where We Live.

I Have Wished You Something None Of The Others Would.

Novels Seem To Me To Be Richer, Broader, Deeper, More Enjoyable Than Poems.

Joy Is For The Simple Or The Great To Feel, Neither Of Which We Are.

Everyone Should Be Forcibly Transplanted To Another Continent From Their Family At The Age Of Three.