To Drink For Pleasure May

The Pathos Of Life Is Worse Than The Tragedy.

... To Be "literary" Appeared To My Deluded Innocence As An Unending Romance.

The Great Novels Have Marched With The Years. They Are The Contemporaries Of Time.

Life Is Never What One Dreams. It Is Seldom What One Desires, But For The Vital Spirit And The Eager Mind, The Future Will Always Hold The Search For Buried Treasure And The Possibility Of High Adventure.

Violence Commands Both Literature And Life, And Violence Is Always Crude And Distorted.