Jealousy Is A Dog's Bark Which Attracts

Let My Style Capture All The Sounds Of My Time. This Should Make It An Annoyance To My Contemporaries. But Later Generations Should Hold It To Their Ears Like A Seashell In Which There Is The Music Of An Ocean Of Mud.

I Saw A Poet Chase A Butterfly In A Meadow. He Put His Net On A Bench Where A Boy Sat Reading A Book. It's A Misfortune That It Is Usually The Other Way Round.

The Press, That Goiter Of The World, Swells Up With The Desire For Conquest And Bursts With The Achievements Which Every Day Brings. A Week Has Room For The Boldest Climax Of The Human Drive For Expansion.

A Plagiarist Should Be Made To Copy The Author A Hundred Times.

When I Read, It Is Not Acted Literature; But What I Write Is Written Acting.