How Dismal Is Progress Without Publicity.

Let No One Underestimate The Need Of Pity. We Live In A Stony Universe Whose Hard, Brilliant Forces Rage Fiercely.

Innate Sensuousness Rarely Has Any Desire For Accuracy, No Desire For Precise Information. It Basks In Sunshine, Bathes In Color, Dwells In A Sense Of The Impressive And The Gorgeous, And Rests There. Accuracy Is Not Necessary Except In The Case Of Aggressive, Acquisitive Natures, When It Manifests Itself In A Desire To Seize. True Controlling Sensuousness Cannot Be Manifested In The Most Active Dispositions, Nor Again In The Most Accurate.

If You Have That Unconquerable Urge To Write, Nothing Will Stop You From Writing.

The Strong Man Wants To Be Allowed To Do; The Little Man Wants To Stop Him.

Assure A Man That He Has A Soul And Then Frighten Him With Old Wives' Tales As To What Is To Become Of Him Afterward, And You Have Hooked A Fish, A Mental Slave.