One Of The Marks Of A Great

Poets And Painters Are Outside The Class System, Or Rather They Constitute A Special Class Of Their Own, Like The Circus People And The Gypsies.

We Confess Our Bad Qualities To Others Out Of Fear Of Appearing Naive Or Ridiculous By Not Being Aware Of Them.

We Soon Cease To Feel The Grief At The Deaths Of Our Friends, Yet We Continue To The End Of Our Lives To Miss Them. They Are Still With Us In Their Absence.

Middle Age Snuffs Out More Talent Than Even Wars Or Sudden Death.

The Only Test Of Work Of Literature Is That It Shall Please Other Ages Than Its Own.