I Believe That Writing Is

Admite The World. Relish The Love Of A Gentle Woman. Trust In The Lord.

I Dream That My Face Appears On A Postage Stamp.

The Writer Cultivates, Extends, Raises And Inflates His Imagination, Sure That This Is His Destiny, His Usefulness, His Contribution To The Understanding Of Good And Evil. As He Inflates His Imagination He Inflates His Capacity For Evil.

There Isn't A King Or A Merchant Prince In The Whole World That I Envy, For I Always Knew I Was Born To Be A Child Of Destiny And That I Was Never Meant To Wring My Living From Detestable, Low, Degrading, Mean And Ordinary Kinds Of Business.

Only The Opium Eater Truly Understands The Pain Of Death.