We Fear Something Before We Hate.

The Reward Of Art Is Not Fame Or Success But Intoxication.

Miserable Orpheus Who, Turning To Lose His Eurydice, Beholds Her For The First Time As Well As The Last.

There Are Only Three Things Which Make Life Worth Living: To Be Writing A Tolerably Good Book, To Be In A Dinner Party Of Six, And To Be Traveling South With Someone Whom Your Conscience Permits You To Love.

Literature Is The Art Of Writing Something That Will Be Read Twice; Journalism What Will Be Grasped At Once.

While Thoughts Exist, Words Are Alive And Literature Becomes An Escape, Not From, But Into Living.