Facts cant be recounted; much less twice over, and far less still by different persons. Ive already drummed that thoroughly into your head. What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets whats behind them. – Augusto Roa Bastos
How does one happen to write a poem: where does it come from? That is the question asked by the psychologists or the geneticists of poetry. – Allen Tate
The vivacity of children is always charming, because it is always sincere. A grave child is a rose without fragrance. – Anonymous, Aphorisms; or, A Glance at Human Nature, in Original Maxims, 1820
