I Do Not Love Men: I Love

The Less Intelligent The White Man Is, The More Stupid He Thinks The Black.

There Is No Work Of Art That Is Without Short Cuts.

Enduring Fame Is Promised Only To Those Writers Who Can Offer To Successive Generations A Substance Constantly Renewed; For Every Generation Arrives Upon The Scene With Its Own Particular Hunger.

It Is Essential To Persuade The Soldier That Those He Is Being Urged To Massacre Are Bandits Who Do Not Deserve To Live; Before Killing Other Good, Decent Fellows Like Himself, His Gun Would Fall From His Hands.

If Only We Could Lean Over The Soul We Love And See As In A Mirror The Image We Cast!