Chaos Breeds Life; Order Creates Habit.

Chaos Often Breeds Life, When Order Breeds Habit.

Friends Are Born, Not Made.

My Favorite Figure Of The American Author Is That Of A Man Who Breeds A Favorite Dog, Which He Throws Into The Mississippi River For The Pleasure Of Making A Splash. The River Does Not Splash, But It Drowns The Dog.

An Artist's Business Is Only To See.

As For America, It Is The Ideal Fruit Of All Your Youthful Hopes And Reforms. Everybody Is Fairly Decent, Respectable, Domestic, Bourgeois, Middle-class, And Tiresome. There Is Absolutely Nothing To Revile Except That It's A Bore.