Nothing Can Come Out Of An Artist

There Is Always A Sheet Of Paper. There Is Always A Pen. There Is Always A Way Out.

High-toned Humanitarians Constantly Overestimate The Sufferings Of Those They Sympathize With.

There Are Some People Who Read Too Much: The Bibliobibuli. I Know Some Who Are Constantly Drunk On Books, As Other Men Are Drunk On Whiskey Or Religion. They Wander Through This Most Diverting And Stimulating Of Worlds In A Haze, Seeing Nothing And Hearing Nothing.

Democracy Is The Art And Science Of Running The Circus From The Monkey Cage.

There Is In Writing The Constant Joy Of Sudden Discovery, Of Happy Accident.