Music Has No Limits Of A Life-span.

Writers Themselves Don't Analyze What They Do; To Analyze Would Be To Look Down While Crossing A Canyon On A Tightrope.

There Is No Moral Authority Like That Of Sacrifice.

In A Certain Sense A Writer Is 'selected' By His Subject - His Subject Being The Consciousness Of His Own Era.

When It Comes To Their Essential Faculty As Writers, All Writers Are Androgynous Beings.

Humans, The Only Self-regarding Animals, Blessed Or Cursed With This Torturing Higher Faculty, Have Always Wanted To Know Why.