Fame! It Is The Flower Of A

Excess Always Carries Its Own Retribution.

It Is A Kind Of Blindness--poverty. We Can Only Grope Through Life When We Are Poor, Hitting And Maiming Ourselves Against Every Angle.

There Is No Knife That Cuts So Sharply And With Such Poisoned Blade As Treachery.

Age Is Nothing But Death That Is Conscious.

Nature I Believe In. True Art Aims To, Represent Men And Women, Not As My Little Self Would Have Them, But As They Appear. My Heroes And Heroines I Want Not Extreme Types, All Good Or All Bad; But Human, Mortal--partly Good, Partly Bad. Realism I Need. Pure Mental Abstractions Have No Significance For Me.