I am proud to be an emotionalist.

O thanks be to the great God I got somebody to give me what I badly wanted to put some heart up into me youve no chances at all inthis place like you used long ago I wish somebody would write me a loveletter.

I don't want to die. Damn death. Long live life.

if it is thus, I ask emphatically whence comes this thusness.

I am quite content to go down to posterity as a scissors and paste man for that seems to me a harsh but not unjust description

One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.

An improper art aims at exciting in the way of comedy the feeling of desire but the feeling which is proper to comic art is the feeling of joy.