What's Any Artist, But The Dregs Of

How Some Of The Writers I Come Across Get Through Their Books Without Dying Of Boredom Is Beyond Me.

Power Doesn't Corrupt People; People Corrupt Power.

We're Comic. We're All Comics. We Live In A Comic Time. And The Worse It Gets The More Comic We Are.

He Was Doing Missionary Work. But From The Outset He Had Little Success In Convincing His Charges Of Their Responsibility For A Sin Committed At The Beginning Of Creation, One Which, As They Understood It, They Were Ready And Capable (indeed, They Carried Charms To Assure It) Of Duplicating Themselves. He Did No Better Convincing Them That A Man Had Died On A Tree To Save Them All: An Act Which One Old Indian, If Gwyon Had Translated Correctly, Regarded As "rank Presumption".

There Is Nothing More Distressing Or Tiresome Than A Writer Standing In Front Of An Audience And Reading His Work.