Woe To The Man Whose Heart Has

It Is Not The Clear-sighted Who Rule The World. Great Achievements Are Accomplished In A Blessed, Warm Fog.

Give Me The Right Word And The Right Accent And I Will Move The World.

Action Is Consolatory. It Is The Enemy Of Thought And The Friend Of Flattering Illusions.

He Struggled With Himself, Too. I Saw It -- I Heard It. I Saw The Inconceivable Mystery Of A Soul That Knew No Restraint, No Faith, And No Fear, Yet Struggling Blindly With Itself.

A Writer Without Interest Or Sympathy For The Foibles Of His Fellow Man Is Not Conceivable As A Writer.