We Should Not Confuse Information

The Purpose Of Literature Is To Turn Blood Into Ink.

It Is Generally A Feminine Eye That First Detects The Moral Deficiencies Hidden Under The 'dear Deceit' Of Beauty.

And Would It Have Been Worth It, After All, Would It Have Been Worth While, After The Sunsets And The Dooryards And The Sprinkled Streets, After The Novels, After The Teacups, After The Skirts That Trail Along The Floor - And This, And So Much More? -

Between The Vision And The Act Lies The Shadow.

He Who Was Living Is Now Dead We Who Were Living Are Now Dying With A Little Patience.