In One-act Pieces There Should Be Only

There Ought To Be A Man With A Hammer Behind The Door Of Every Happy Man.

Your Talent Sets You Apart: If You Were A Toad Or A Tarantula, Even Then, People Would Respect You, For To Talent All Things Are Forgiven.

The Illusion Which Exalts Us Is Dearer To Us Than Ten Thousand Truths.

Only One Who Loves Can Remember So Well.

I Let Myself Go At The Beginning And Write With An Easy Mind, But By The Time I Get To The Middle I Begin To Grow Timid And To Fear My Story Will Be Too Long. . .that Is Why The Beginning Of My Stories Is Always Very Promising And Looks As Though I Were Starting On A Novel, And The Middle Is Huddled And Timid, And The End Is...like Fireworks.