I Have No Confidence In A Man

It Is Hideous And Coarse To Assume That We Can Do Something For Others-and It Is Vile Not To Endeavor To Do It.

The Bad Poet Is A Toady Mimicking Nature.

Writing Is Conscience, Scruple, And The Farming Of Our Ancestors.

A Painter Can Hang His Pictures, But A Writer Can Only Hang Himself.

There Are Men That Are Birds, And Their Raiment Is Trembling Feathers, For They Show Their Souls To Everyone And Everything That Is Ungentle Or Untutored Or Evil Or Mockery Is As A Rude Stone Cast At Them, And They Suffer All Day Long, Or As Paul Remarks They Are Slain Every Moment.