We Live In The Flicker

A Word Carries Far, Very Far, Deals Destruction Through Time As The Bullets Go Flying Through Space.

For A Time I Would Feel I Belonged Still To A World Of Straightforward Facts; But The Feeling Would Not Last Long. Something Would Turn Up To Scare It Away.

Art Is Long And Life Is Short, And Success Is Very Far Off.

I Am A Great Foe Of Favoritism In Public Life, In Private Life, And Even In The Delicate Relationship Of An Author To His Works.

A Man's Real Life Is That Accorded To Him In The Thoughts Of Other Men By Reason Of Respect Or Natural Love.