Life Is To Be Used, Not Just

It's Rather Grisly, Isnt It, How Soon A Living Man Becomes Nothing More Than A Collection Of Stocks And Bonds And Debts And Real Estate?

Anything That Happens To You Has Some Bearing Upon What You Write.

War Is Utter Damn Nonsense, A Vast Cancer Fed By Lies And Self Seeking Malignity On The Part Of Those Who Don't Do The Fighting.

Great Works Of The Imagination Are Not Produced Quickly Nor Do They Take Quick Effect On The Popular Mind.

I Think The Satirist Is Always Basically Optimistic. The Satirist's Complaint About Society Is Always That It Doesn't Measure Up To A Fairly High Ideal He Has. I Think That Even The Bitterest Satirist, Even A Man Like Swift, Was Probably Rather An Optimist At Heart.