Art Is Nothing More Than The Shadow

Don't Pass It By - The Immediate, The Real, The Ours, The Yours, The Novelist's That It Waits For.

I Have Performed The Necessary Butchery. Here Is The Bleeding Corpse.

One Is Oneself A Fine Consequence.

She Had Always Been Fond Of History, And Here [in Rome] Was History In The Stones Of The Street And The Atoms Of The Sunshine.

Young Men Of This Class Never Do Anything For Themselves That They Can Get Other People To Do For Them, And It Is The Infatuation, The Devotion, The Superstition Of Others That Keeps Them Going. These Others In Ninety-nine Cases Out Of A Hundred Are Women.