There Is No More Sombre Enemy Of

Nothing Dates Like Hate And In Literature A Little Of It Goes A Very Long Way.

Melancholy And Remorse Forms The Deep Leaden Keel Which Enables Us To Sail Into The Wind Of Reality.

Beautiful Women Must Think About Their Beauty As Capitalists Think About Their Investments Or Politicians About Their Majorities; It Is All They Have To Insure Their Places In The World.

In My Religion, There Would Be No Exclusive Doctrine; All Would Be Love, Poetry, And Doubt.

While Thoughts Exist, Words Are Alive And Literature Becomes An Escape, Not From, But Into Living.