Only The Few Know The Sweetness Of

The Fools Who Write Articles About Me Think That One Morning I Suddenly Decided To Write And Began To Produce Masterpieces. There Is No Special Trick About Writing, Or Painting Either. I Wrote Constantly For 15 Years Before I Produced Anything With Any Solidity To It.

Everyone In The World Is Christ And They Are All Crucified.

Realism, In So Far As The Word Means Reality To Life, Is Always Bad Art.

I Have Seldom Written A Story, Long Or Short, That I Did Not Have To Write And Rewrite. There Are Single Stories Of Mine That Have Taken Me Ten Or Twelve Years To Get Written.

People Keep On Getting Married. Evidently Hope Is Eternal In The Human Breast.