For A Genius To Be A Genius,

For A Genius To Be A Genius, He Must Have A Selfless Slave Between Himself And The World.

The Human Comedy Is Always Tragic, But Since Its Ingredients Are Always The Same - Dupe, Fox, Straight, Like Burlesque Skits - The Repetition Through The Ages Is Comedy.

You Woke In The Morning With The Weight Of Doom On Your Head. You Lay With Eyes Shut Wondering Why You Dreaded The Day; Was It A Debt, Was It A Lost Love? -and Then You Remembered The Nightmare....this Was No Time For Beauty, For Love, Or Private Future....there Was No Future; Everyone Waited, Marked Time, Waited. For What?

I Realize More And More How Instinctively Pessimistic I Am Of All Human Kindness -- Since I Am Always So Bowled Over By It -- And Am Never Surprised By Injustice, Malice Or Personal Attack.

A Writer's Business Is Minding Other People's Business ... All The Vices Of The Village Gossip Are The Virtues Of The Writer.