The little man is still a man.
Men are much more apt to agree in what they do than in what they think.
Thought expands, but paralyzes; action animates, but narrows.
Certain books seem to be written, not that we might learn from them, but in order that we might see how much the author knows.
Desire is the presentiment of our inner abilities, and the forerunner of our ultimate accomplishments.
Publishers are all cohorts of the devil; there must be a special hell for them somewhere.