It's very inconvenient being a sculptor. It's like playing the double-bass; one's so handicapped by one's baggage.

However entrancing it is to wander unchecked through a garden of bright images, are we not enticing your mind from another subject of almost equal importance?

But you see, I can believe a thing without understanding it. It's all a matter of training.

Anythin' wrong leaves a kind of impression on the eye; brain trots along afterwards with the warnin'.

make no mistake about it, the detective-story is part of the literature of escape, and not of expression.

When cats sat staring into the fire they were thinking out problems.

What is the use of acquiring one's heart's desire if one cannot handle and gloat over it, show it to one's friends, and gather an anthology of envy and admiration?