Men Often Marry In Hasty

Anyone May Be An Honorable Man, And Yet Write Verse Badly.

I Live On Good Soup, Not On Fine Words.

Things Are Only Worth What You Make Them Worth.

If Everyone Were Clothed With Integrity, If Every Heart Were Just, Frank, Kindly, The Other Virtues Would Be Well-nigh Useless.

The Maturing Process Of Becoming A Writer Is Akin To That Of A Harlot. First You Do It For Love, Then For A Few Friends, And Finally Only For Money.