The Real Malady Is Fear Of Life,

I Believe In Life And In People. I Feel Obliged To Advocate Their Highest Ideals As Long As I Believe Them To Be True. I Also See Myself Compelled To Revolt Against Ideals I Believe To Be False, Since Recoiling From Rebellion Would Be A Form Of Treason

Insults Are The Business Of The Court.

There Are No Heroes In Most Of My Stories. I Look At Our Society With A Critical Eye And Find Nothing Extraordinary In The People I See.

He Seemed To Be Waiting For A Miracle To Save Him From The Depths His Life Had Reached And Take Him To A Land Of Dreams.

Paraphrasing.."science Is The Language Of The Intellect Of Society. Art Is Language Of The Entire Human Personality.