Realism, In So Far As The Word

Only The Few Know The Sweetness Of The Twisted Apples.

Nothing Gives Quite The Satisfaction That Doing Things Brings.

There Is A Time In The Life Of Every Boy When He For The First Time Takes The Backward View Of Life. Perhaps That Is The Moment When He Crosses The Line Into Manhood.

If People Did Not Want Their Stories Told, It Would Be Better For Them To Keep Away From Me.

I Think That Those Of Us Who Are What Are Called Intellectuals Make A Terrible Mistake In Overvaluing The Yen We Have For The Arts, Books, Etc. There Is A Sweet, Fine Quality In Life That Has Nothing To Do With This, And More And More I Find Myself Valuing Myself With Those People.