There Are No Friends; Only Moments Of

Art: To Nudge Truth Along A Little.

The Reward Of Great Men Is That, Long After They Have Died, One Is Not Quite Sure That They Are Dead

The Void Yields Up Nothing. You Have To Be A Great Poet To Make It Ring.

You Can Recover From The Writing Malady Only By Falling Mortally Ill And Dying.

In Morals, Always Do As Others Do; In Art, Never.