We Are Uneasy With An Affectionate Man,

The Machine Has Had A Pernicious Effect Upon Virtue, Pity, And Love, And Young Men Used To Machines Which Induce Inertia, And Fear, Are Near Impotent.

When One Realizes That His Life Is Worthless He Either Commits Suicide Or Travels.

What Is Most Appalling In An F. Scott Fitzgerald Book Is That It Is Peopleless Fiction: Fitzgerald Writes About Spectral, Muscledsuits; Dresses, Hats, And Sleeves Which Have Some Sort Of Vague, Libidinous Throb. These Are Plainly The Product Of Sickness.

A Painter Can Hang His Pictures, But A Writer Can Only Hang Himself.

I Know Sage, Wormwood, And Hyssop, But I Can't Smell Character Unless It Stinks.