A Burnt Dog Dreads The Fire.

I Shall Not Die Of A Cold. I Shall Die Of Having Lived.

The Voice Is A Wild Thing. It Can't Be Bred In Captivity.

Artistic Growth Is, More Than It Is Anything Else, A Refining Of The Sense Of Truthfulness.

Some People's Lives Are Affected By What Happens To Their Person Or Their Property; But For Others Fate Is What Happens To Their Feelings And Their Thoughts -- That And Nothing More.

I Like Trees Because They Seem More Resigned To The Way They Have To Live Than Other Things Do.