My True Friends Have Always Given Me

Sit Down And Put Down Everything That Comes Into Your Head And Then You're A Writer. But An Author Is One Who Can Judge His Own Stuff's Worth, Without Pity, And Destroy Most Of It.

Beautiful December Grapes, Blue As Plums, Every Grape A Little Skinful Of Sweet, Tasteless Water

You Will Do Foolish Things, But Do Them With Enthusiasm.

It Takes Time For The Absent To Assume Their True Shape In Our Thoughts.

We Only Do Well The Things We Like Doing.