I Always Write A Story In One

And Yet, We Know How Fatal The Pursuit Of Liveliness May Be: It May Result In ... Tiresome Acrobatics. ... Flashy Effects Distract The Mind. They Destroy Their Persuasiveness; You Would Not Believe A Man Was Very Intent On Ploughing A Furrow If He Carried A Hoop With Him And Jumped Through It At Every Other Step. ... When Virtuosity Gets The Upper Hand Of Your Theme, Or Is Better Than Your Idea, It Is Time To Quit.

You Are Right, None Of Us Live Enough, And Sometimes I Think It Is Because We Mistake Hurrah And Hullabaloo For Experience, We Get A Sock In The Eye And Think It Is A Broken Heart.

There Seems To Be A Kind Of Order In The Universe…in The Movement Of The Stars And The Turning Of The Earth And The Changing Of The Seasons. But Human Life Is Almost Pure Chaos. Everyone Takes His Stance, Asserts His Own Right And Feelings, Mistaking The Motives Of Others, And His Own.

The Nose Is Surely One Of The Most Impressionable, If Not Positively Erotic, Of All Our Unruly Members.

The Greatest Art Comes Out Of Warmth And Conviction And Deep Feeling, But Then, Very Few People, Even Geniuses, Have All That.