Everyone Behaves Badly--given The Chance.

The Road To Hell Is Paved With Unbought Stuffed Dogs.

That Terrible Mood Of Depression Of Whether It's Any Good Or Not Is What Is Known As The Artist's Reward.

Each Day Of Not Writing, Of Comfort, Of Being That Which He Despised, Dulled His Ability And Softened His Will To Work So That, Finally, He Did No Work At All.

It's Silly Not To Hope. It's A Sin He Thought.

Would You Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Stop Talking?