Nobody Knew How To Be What They

Nothing Is Intrinsically Valuable; The Value Of Everything Is Attributed To It, Assigned To It From Outside The Thing Itself, By People.

Somewhere In The World There Was A Young Woman With Such Splendid Understanding That She'd See Him Entire, Like A Poem Or Story, And Find His Words So Valuable After All That When He Confessed His Apprehensions She Would Explain Why They Were In Fact The Very Things That Made Him Precious To Her...and To Western Civilization! There Was No Such Girl, The Simple Truth Being.

More History Is Made By Secret Handshakes Than By Battles, Bills And Proclamations.

The First Obligation Of The Writer Is To Be Interesting. To Be Interesting; Not To Change The World.

It Is Often Pleasant To Stone A Martyr, No Matter How Much We May Admire Him.