The Only Natural Human Beings Seem To

It Was A Perfect Spring Afternoon, And The Air Was Filled With Vague, Roving Scents, As If The Earth Exhaled The Sweetness Of Hidden Flowers.

Mediocrity Would Always Win By Force Of Numbers, But It Would Win Only More Mediocrity.

Only On The Surface Of Things Have I Ever Trod The Beaten Path. So Long As I Could Keep From Hurting Anyone Else, I Have Lived, As Completely As It Was Possible, The Life Of My Choice. I Have Been Free. . . . I Have Done The Work I Wished To Do For The Sake Of That Work Alone.

Life May Take Away Happiness. But It Can't Take Away Having Had It.

Violence Commands Both Literature And Life, And Violence Is Always Crude And Distorted.