A Self-made Martyr Is A Poor Thing.

The Truth Is I've Got The Land On My Back, An' It's Drivin' Me. Land Is A Hard Driver.

For My Own Purpose, I Defined The Art Of Fiction As Experience Illuminated.

Yes, I Learned Long Ago That The Only Satisfaction Of Authorship Lies In Finding The Very Few Who Understand What We Mean. As For Outside Rewards, There Is Not One That I Have Ever Discovered.

[reformers] Might Be Classified As A Distinct Species Having Eyes In The Back Of Their Heads.

To A Thrifty Theologian, Bent On Redemption With Economy, There Are Few Points Of Ethics Too Fine-spun For Splitting.