And gold has no name, it licks the hand of anyone who has it: good dog!
A lie is real; it aims at success. A liar is a realist.
About myself - no. I'm unimportant, an observer, a wandering animal.
To me, all the juice of a book is in an unpublished manuscript, and the published book is like a dead tree - just good for cutting up and building your house with.
I hate Bernard Shaw because he says that life is compromise.
All new money is made through the shifting of social classes and the dispossession of old classes.