Genius Is Talent Provided With Ideals.

He Knew That All Things Human Are Transitory And Therefore That It Must Cease One Day Or Another. He Looked Forward To That Day With Eager Longing. Love Was Like A Parasite In His Heart, Nourishing A Hateful Existence On His Life's Blood; It Absorbed His Existence So Intensely That He Could Take Pleasure In Nothing Else.

The Best Style Is The Style You Don't Notice.

To Write Simply Is As Difficult As To Be Good.

It Wasn't Until Late In Life That I Discovered How Easy It Is To Say, 'i Don't Know.'

Genius Is Talent Provided With Ideals. Genius Starves While Talent Wears Purple And Fine Linen. The Man Of Genius Of Today Will Infifty Years' Time Be In Most Cases No More Than A Man Of Talent.