I Have Lived Too Long In Foreign

When You Forget To Eat, You Know You're Alive.

It Doesn't So Much Matter What You Do In Particular, So Long As You Have Your Life.

Really, Universally, Relations Stop Nowhere, And The Exquisite Problem Of The Artist Is Eternally But To Draw, By A Geometry Of His Own, The Circle Within Which They Shall Happily Appear To Do So.

One Can't Judge Till One's Forty; Before That We're Too Eager, Too Hard, Too Cruel, And In Addition Much Too Ignorant.

Adjectives Are The Sugar Of Literature And Adverbs The Salt.