There Are Aphorisms That, Like Airplanes, Stay

Our Best Yesterdays Are Now Foul Piles Of Crumpled Names.

Only Talent Interests Me In Paintings And Books. Not General Ideas, But The Individual Contribution.

I Shall Continue To Exist. I May Assume Other Disguises, Other Forms, But I Shall Try To Exist.

The Future Is But The Obsolete In Reverse.

A Masterpiece Of Fiction Is An Original World And As Such Is Not Likely To Fit The World Of The Reader.