Roses Are The Only Flowers

England Is Merely An Island Of Beef Swimming In A Warm Gulf Stream Of Gravy.

Conversation Is Like A Dear Little Baby That Is Brought In To Be Handed Round. You Must Rock It, Nurse It, Keep It On The Move If You Want It To Keep Smiling.

To Be Alive And To Be A ‘writer’ Is Enough.

Whenever I Prepare For A Journey I Prepare As Though For Death. Should I Never Return, All Is In Order.

In The Woods Where Snow Is Thick, Bars Of Sunlight Lay Like Pale Fire.