Under Attack, Sentiments Harden Into Dogma.

Pain Pays No Attention To Moans Or Excuses.

I Criticize Myself Ruthlessly, But Never Mention The Faults Of Which I Am Truly Ashamed.

The Familiar Changes As We Cling To It.

Critics Are More Committed To The Rules Of Art Than Artists Are.

Old Age Likes Indecency. It's A Sign Of Life.