The Sun Was Warm But

I Cut My Own Hair. I Got Sick Of Barbers Because They Talk Too Much. And Too Much Of Their Talk Was About My Hair Coming Out.

There Is Absolutely No Reason For Being Rushed Along With The Rush. Everybody Should Be Free To Go Slow.

What We Live By We Die By.

All There Is To Writing Is Having Ideas. To Learn To Write Is To Learn To Have Ideas.

When I Was Young My Teachers Were The Old. I Gave Up Fire For Form Till I Was Cold.