The Rule In The Art World Is:

A Man Nearly Always Loves For Other Reasons Than He Thinks. A Lover Is Apt To Be As Full Of Secrets From Himself As Is The Object Of His Love From Him.

Socially, A Journalist Ranks Somewhere Between The Madam Of A Whorehouse And A Bartender. But Spiritually He Ranks With Galileo, For He Knows The World Is Round.

Bad Writing Is Not Easier Than Good Writing. It's Just As Hard To Make A Toilet Seat As It Is A Castle Window. Only The View Is Different.

Love's The Only Thing I've Thought Of Or Read About Since I Was Knee-high. That's What I Always Dreamed Of, Of Meeting Somebody And Falling In Love. And When That Remarkable Thing Happened, I Was Going To Recite Poetry To Her For Hours About How Her Heart's An Angel's Wing And Her Hair The Strings Of A Heavenly Harp. Instead I Got Drunk And Hollered At Her And Called Her A Harpy.

A Wise Man Will Always Allow A Fool To Rob Him Of Ideas Without Yelling “thief.” If He Is Wise He Has Not Been Impoverished. Nor Has The Fool Been Enriched. The Thief Flatters Us By Stealing. We Flatter Him By Complaining.