We Should Not Touch Our Idols: Their

To Be Stupid, Selfish, And Have Good Health Are Three Requirements For Happiness, Though If Stupidity Is Lacking, All Is Lost.

A Friend Who Dies, It's Something Of You Who Dies.

My Foregrounds Are Imaginary, My Backgrounds Real.

The Cult Of Art Gives Pride; One Never Has Too Much Of It.

There Are In Me, In Literary Terms, Two Distinct Characters: One Who Is Taken With Roaring, With Lyricism, With Soaring Aloft, With All The Sonorities Of Phrase And Summits Of Thought; And The Other Who Digs And Scratches For Truth All He Can, Who Is As Interested In The Little Facts As The Big Ones, Who Would Like To Make You Feel Materially The Things He Reproduces.