A Man Must Have Limits And Cannot

We Mustn't Forget How Quickly The Visions Of Genius Become The Canned Goods Of Intellectuals.

A Novel Is Balanced Between A Few True Impressions And The Multitude Of False Ones That Make Up Most Of What We Call Life.

I Must Play The Instrument I've Got.

I Think That Art Has Something To Do With An Arrest Of Attention In The Midst Of Distraction.

I Labor, I Spend, I Strive, I Design, I Love, I Cling, I Uphold, I Give Way, I Envy, I Long, I Scorn, I Die, I Hide, I Want. Faster, Much Faster Than Any Man Could Make The Tally.