Boys Do Not Grow Up Gradually. They

For What Is Liberty But The Unhampered Translation Of Will Into Act?

The Artist One Day Falls Through A Hole In The Brambles, And From That Moment He Is Following The Dark Rapids Of An Underground River Which May Sometimes Flow So Near To The Surface That The Laughing Picnic Parties Are Heard Above.

As Repressed Sadists Are Supposed To Become Policemen Or Butchers So Those With An Irrational Fear Of Life Become Publishers.

We Love But Once, For Once Only Are We Perfectly Equipped For Loving.

The Worst Vice Of The Solitary Is The Worship Of His Food.