Writers Are As Jealous As Pigeons.

Thought And Beauty, Like A Hurricane Or Waves, Should Not Know Conventional, Delimited Forms.

The Desire To Serve The Common Good Must Without Fail Be A Requisite Of The Soul, A Necessity For Personal Happiness; If It Issuesnot From There, But From Theoretical Or Other Considerations, It Is Not At All The Same Thing.

Please, Understand That Your Life Is Bad And Dreary!

I Am Dying. I Haven't Drunk Champagne For A Long Time.

You Only Have To Start A Job Of Work To Realize How Few Decent, Honest Folk There Are About.