To Be Stupid, Selfish, And Have Good

Me And My Books In The Same Apartment, Like A Gherkin In Its Vinegar.

The Morality Of Art Is In Its Very Beauty.

The Most Glorious Moments In Your Life Are Not The So-called Days Of Success, But Rather Those Days When Out Of Dejection And Despair You Feel Rise In You A Challenge To Life, And The Promise Of Future Accomplishments.

I Took Eugene Sue's Arthur From The Reading-room. It's Indescribable, Enough To Make You Vomit. You Have To Read This To Realize The Pitifulness Of Money, Success, And The Public. Literature Has Become Consumptive. It Spits And Slobbers, Covers Its Blisters With Salve And Sticking-plaster, And Has Grown Bald From Too Much Hair-slicking. It Would Take Christ Of Art To Cure This Leper.

Farming -- A Vocation Accursed Of Heaven, Since One Never Saw A Millionaire Involved In It.