Nobody Can Be Kinder Than The Narcissist

Sins Cut Boldly Up Through Every Class In Society, But Mere Misdemeanours Show A Certain Level In Life.

The Story Must Spring From An Impression Or Perception Pressing Enough To Have Made The Writer Write. It Should Magnetize The Imagination And Give Pleasure.

If You Look At Life One Way, There Is Always Cause For Alarm.

The Novelist's--any Writer's--object Is To Whittle Down His Meaning To The Exactest And Finest Possible Point. What, Of Course, Isfatal Is When He Does Not Know What He Does Mean: He Has No Point To Sharpen.

Fantasy Is Toxic: The Private Cruelty And The World War Both Have Their Start In The Heated Brain.