Familiarity Is A Magician That Is Cruel

Hypocrites Weep, And You Cannot Tell Their Tears From Those Of Saints; But No Bad Man Ever Laughed Sweetly Yet.

There Is A Self-evident Axiom, That She Who Is Born A Beauty Is Half Married.

Take Hope From The Heart Of Man, And You Make Him A Beast Of Prey.

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.

A Cruel Story Runs On Wheels, And Every Hand Oils The Wheels As They Run.