No One Person In The World Is

It Was About Then [1920] That I Wrote A Line Which Certain People Will Not Let Me Forget: "she Was A Faded But Still Lovely Woman Of Twenty-seven."

Great Art Is The Contempt Of A Great Man For Small Art.

Find The Key Emotion; This May Be All You Need Know To Find Your Short Story.

The City Seen From The Queensboro Bridge Is Always The City Seen For The First Time, In Its First Wild Promise Of All The Mystery And The Beauty In The World.

The Victor Belongs To The Spoils.