The Great Writer Finds Style As The

Beauty Is The Child Of Love.

All Civilization Has From Time To Time Become A Thin Crust Over A Volcano Of Revolution.

The More Rapidly A Civilization Progresses, The Sooner It Dies For Another To Rise In Its Place.

What We Call 'morals' Is Simply Blind Obedience To Words Of Command.

It Is The Little Writer Rather Than The Great Writer Who Seems Never To Quote, And The Reason Is That He Is Never Really Doing Anything Else.