Written by a sponge dipped in warm milk and sprinkled with sugar.

Between the graham crackers and the warm milk.

He was like a sponge.

It is easy enough to praise men for the courage of their convictions. I wish I could teach the sad young of this mealy generation the courage of their confusions.

What has any poet to trust more than the feel of the thing? Theory concerns him only until he picks up his pen, and it begins to concern him again as soon as he lays it down.

Every game ever invented by mankind, is a way of making things hard for the fun of it!