Our Noblest Hopes Grow Teeth And Pursue

Talking, Talking. Spinning A Web Of Words, Pale Walls Of Dreams, Between Myself And All I See.

As A Rule Of Thumb I Say, If Socrates, Jesus And Tolstoy Wouldn't Do It, Don't.

The Image-managers Encourage The Individual To Fashion Himself Into A Smooth Coin, Negotiable In Any Market.

Poor Grendel's Had An Accident. So May You All.

To Write With Taste, In The Highest Sense, Is To Write [...] So That No One Commits Suicide, No One Despairs; To Write [...] So That People Understand, Sympathize, See The Universality Of Pain, And Feel Strengthened, If Not Directly Encouraged To Live On. If There Is Good To Be Said, The Writer Should Say It. If There Is Bad To Be Said, He Should Say It In A Way That Reflects The Truth That, Though We See The Evil, We Choose To Continue Among The Living. The True Artist [...] Gets His Sense Of Worth And Honor From His Conviction That Art Is Powerful--