To Wonder Is To Begin

If The Human Intellect Functions, It Is Actually In Order To Solve The Problems Which The Man's Inner Destiny Sets It.

Whether He Be An Original Or A Plagiarist, Man Is The Novelist Of Himself.

The Preoccupation With What Should Be Is Estimable Only When The Respect For What Is Has Been Exhausted.

The Person Portrayed And The Portrait Are Two Entirely Different Things.

When You Are Fed Up With The Troublesome Present, You Take Your Gun, Whistle For Your Dog, Go Out To The Mountain, And, Without Further Ado, Give Yourself The Pleasure During A Few Hours Or A Few Days Of Being "paleolithic."