If Your Parents Didn't Have Any Children,

The Artistic Impulse Seems Not To Wish To Produce Finished Work. It Certainly Deserts Us Half-way, After The Idea Is Born; And If We Go On, It Is Labor.

We Talk Of Our Mastery Of Nature, Which Sounds Very Grand; But The Fact Is We Respectfully Adapt Ourselves, First, To Her Ways.

The World Of Books Is The Most Remarkable Creation Of Man.

The Real World Is Not Easy To Live In. It Is Rough; It Is Slippery. Without The Most Clear-eyed Adjustments We Fall And Get Crushed. A Man Must Stay Sober; Not Always, But Most Of The Time.

The Creatures That Want To Live A Life Of Their Own, We Call Wild. If Wild, Then No Matter How Harmless, We Treat Them As Outlaws, And Those Of Us Who Are Specially Well Brought Up Shoot Them For Fun.