Let' Em Learn Or Let' Em Die

I Wish To Weep But Sorrow Is Stupid. I Wish To Believe But Belief Is A Graveyard.

I Could Read The Great Books But The Great Books Don't Interest Me.

I Remembered My New Orleans Days, Living On Two Five-cent Candy Bars A Day For Weeks At A Time In Order To Have Leisure To Write. But Starvation, Unfortunately, Didn't Improve Art. It Only Hindered It. A Man's Soul Was Rooted In His Stomach. A Man Could Write Much Better After Eating A Porterhouse Steak And Drinking A Pint Of Whiskey Than He Could Ever Write After Eating A Nickel Candy Bar. The Myth Of The Starving Artist Was A Hoax.

The Artist," An Ancient Sage Had Once Said, "is Always Sitting On The Doorsteps Of The Rich.

It's Possible To Love A Human Being If You Don't Know Them Too Well.