Artists Must Be Sacrificed To Their Art.

Words Are Alive. Cut Them And They Bleed.

Five Great Enemies Of Peace Inhabit Us: Avarice, Ambition, Envy, Anger And Pride.

The Way Of Providence Is A Little Rude. The Habit Of Snake And Spider, The Snap Of The Tiger And Other Leapers And Bloody Jumpers, The Crackle Of The Bones Of His Prey In The Coil Of The Anaconda-these Are In The System, And Our Habits Are Like Theirs.

No Facts To Me Are Sacred; None Are Profane.

I May Say It Of Our Preposterous Use Of Books,--he Knew Not What To Do, And So He Read.