Song, Like A Wing, Tears

The Fact, And The Intuition Or Logic About The Fact, Are Severe Coordinates In Fiction. In The Short Story They Must Cross With Hair-line Precision.

I Cannot Believe That The Inscrutable Universe Turns On An Axis Of Suffering; Surely The Strange Beauty Of The World Must Somewhere Rest On Pure Joy!

It Is Through The Acceptance Of A Variety Of Aethetic And Intellectual Points Of View That A Culture Is Given Breadth And Density.

A Thousand Kindnesses Do Not Make Up For A Thousand Blows.

But Childhood Prolonged, Cannot Remain A Fairyland. It Becomes A Hell.