Oblivion Is The Flower That Grows Best

We Must Love Stupid People Better Than Ourselves; Are They Not The Really Unfortunate Ones Of This World? Do Not People Without Taste And Without Ideal Grow Constantly Weary, Rejoicing In Nothing, And Being Quite Useless Here Below?

It Is A Mistake To Regard Age As A Downhill Grade Toward Dissolution. The Reverse Is True. As One Grows Older, One Climbs With Surprising Strides.

The Trade Of Authorship Is A Violent, And Indestructible Obsession.

Time Is Always Wanting To Me, And I Cannot Meet With A Single Day When I Am Nut Hurried Along, Driven To By Wits'-end By Urgent Work, Business To Attent Do Or Some Service To Render.

The Life Of Great Geniuses Is Nothing But A Sublime Storm.