Every Artist Is An Unhappy Lover.

Nothing Is More Maddening Than Being Questioned By The Object Of One's Interest About The Object Of Hers, Should That Object Not Be You.

We Are All The Judges And The Judged, Victims Of The Casual Malice And Fantasy Of Others, And Ready Sources Of Fantasy And Malice In Our Turn. And If We Are Sometimes Accused Of Sins Of Which We Are Innocent, Are There Not Also Other Sins Of Which We Are Guilty And Of Which The World Knows Nothing?

All Art Is The Struggle To Be, In A Particular Sort Of Way, Virtuous.

Of Course Reading And Thinking Are Important But, My God, Food Is Important Too.

A Death Is The Most Terrible Of Facts.