It Is A Strange Enterprise To Make

Writing Is Like Prostitution. First You Do It For Love, And Then For A Few Close Friends, And Then For Money.

And Knowing Money Is A Root Of Evil, In Christian Charity, He'd Take Away Whatever Things May Hinder Your Salvation.

All Right-minded People Adore It; And Anyone Who Is Able To Live Without It Is Unworthy To Draw Breathe

The Absence Of The Beloved, Short Though It May Last, Always Lasts Too Long.

It Is Madness Beyond Compare To Try To Reform The World.