Meetings That Do Not Come

Nothing Is More Restful Than Conformity.

For People Who Live On Expectations, To Face Up To Their Realization Is Something Of An Ordeal.

To The Sun Rome Owes Its Underlying Glow, And Its Air Called Golden - To Me, More The Yellow Of White Wine; Like Wine It Raises Agreeability To Poetry.

The Heart May Think It Knows Better: The Senses Know That Absence Blots People Out. We Really Have No Absent Friends.

Every Short Story Is An Experiment - What One Must Ask Is Not Only, Did It Come Off, But Was It, As An Experiment, Worth Making?