The World Is A Fine Place And

If Two People Love Each Other There Can Be No Happy End To It.

All Cowardice Comes From Not Truly Loving, Or At Least, Not Loving Well.

Things May Not Be Immediately Discernible In What A Man Writes, And In This Sometimes He Is Fortunate; But Eventually They Are Quite Clear And By These And The Degree Of Alchemy That He Possesses He Will Endure Or Be Forgotten.

The Good Parts Of A Book May Be Only Something A Writer Is Lucky Enough To Overhear Or It May Be The Wreck Of His Whole Damn Life - And One Is As Good As Another.

Love Is Infinitely More Endurable Than Hate.