I Cannot Conceive How Anybody In His

Readers Are Not Sheep, And Not Every Pen Tempts Them.

We Hasten To Alienate The Very Fates We Intended To Woo.

A Change Of Environment Is The Traditional Fallacy Upon Which Doomed Loves, And Lungs, Rely.

I Have Rewritten — Often Several Times — Every Word I Have Ever Published. My Pencils Outlast Their Erasers.

Genius Is Finding The Invisible Link Between Things.