The Void Yields Up Nothing. You Have

It Is More Difficult To Be An Honorable Man For A Week Than To Be A Hero For Fifteen Minutes.

In Literature, There Are Only Oxen. The Biggest Ones Are The Geniuses-the Ones Who Toil Eighteen Hours A Day Without Tiring.

Clarity Is The Politeness Of The Man Of Letters.

On Earth There Is No Heaven, But There Are Pieces Of It.

The Story I Am Writing Exists, Written In Absolutely Perfect Fashion, Some Place, In The Air. All I Must Do Is Find It, And Copy It.