No Fine Work Can Be Done Without

The Past Is A Work Of Art, Free Of Irrelevancies And Loose Ends.

There Is Much Virtue In A Window. It Is To A Human Being As A Frame Is To A Painting, As A Proscenium To A Play, As 'form' To Literature. It Strongly Defines Its Content.

Only The Insane Take Themselves Seriously.

The Dullard's Envy Of Brilliant Men Is Always Assuaged By The Suspicion That They Will Come To A Bad End.

No Fine Work Can Be Done Without Concentration And Self-sacrifice And Toil And Doubt.