The What Is So Much More Important

It Ought To Be Illegal For An Artist To Marry. If The Artist Must Marry Let Him Find Someone More Interested In Art, Or His Art, Or The Artist Part Of Him, Than In Him. After Which Let Them Take Tea Together Three Times A Week.

No Man Understands A Deep Book Until He Has Seen And Lived At Least Part Of Its Contents.

The Worst Mistake I Made Was That Stupid, Suburban Prejudice Of Anti-semitism.

The Man Of Understanding Can No More Sit Quiet And Resigned While His Country Lets Its Literature Decay, And Lets Good Writing Meet With Contempt, Than A Good Doctor Could Sit Quiet And Contented While Some Ignorant Child Was Infecting Itself With Tuberculosis Under The Impression That It Was Merely Eating Jam Tarts.

Any Damn Fool Can Be Spontaneous.