A Happy Love Is Full Of Quarrels,

Tragedy Is Restful: And The Reason Is That Hope, That Foul, Deceitful Thing, Has No Part In It.

I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

Don't Make The Mistake Of Believing It's Enough To Reproduce The Realities Of Life.... The Object Of Art Is To Give Life A Shape, And To Do It By Every Conceivable Artifice.

There Will Always Be A Lost Dog Somewhere That Will Keep Me From Being Happy.

A Genius Knows How To Make Himself Easily Understood Without Being Obvious About It.