There are two kinds of people in the world, observers and non-observers.

Within that frame he went a long way and burned a deep scar.

What a frightening thing is the human, a mass of gauges and dials and registers, and we can only read a few and those perhaps not accurately.

Just set one day's work in front of the last day's work. That's the way it comes out. And that's the only way it does.

What hidden, hoarded longings there are in all of us.

The words are meaningless except in terms of feeling. Does anyone act as the result of thought or does feeling stimulate action and sometimes thought implement it.

Literature was not promulgated by a pale and emasculated critical priesthood singing their litanies in empty churches, nor is it a game for the cloistered elect, the tinhorn mendicants of low calorie despair.