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I Object To Publishers: The One Service They Have Done Me Is To Teach Me To Do Without Them. They Combine Commercial Rascality With Artistic Touchiness And Pettishness, Without Being Either Good Business Men Or Fine Judges Of Literature.

Though I Can Make My Extravaganzas Appear Credible, I Cannot Make The Truth Appear So.

The Danger Of Crippling Thought, The Danger Of Obstructing The Formation Of The Public Mind By Specially Suppressing ... Representations Is Far Greater Than Any Real Danger That There Is From Such Representations.

I Aint Such A Mug As To Put Up My Children To All I Know Myself.

I Occasionally Swank A Little Because People Like It; A Modest Man Is Such A Nuisance.