The Passion Of Vanity Has Its Own

Memory Is To Love What The Saucer Is To The Cup.

Raids Are Slightly Constipating.

Some People Are Molded By Their Admirations, Others By Their Hostilities.

Wariness Had Driven Away Poetry; From Hesitating To Feel Came The Moment When You No Longer Could.

Temperamentally, The Writer Exists On Happenings, On Contacts, Conflicts, Action And Reaction, Speed, Pressure, Tension. Were He Acontemplative Purely, He Would Not Write.