Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time.
Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.
When one is frank, one's very presence is a compliment.
The enslaver is enslaved, the hater, harmed.
When we think we don't like art it is because it is artificial art.
One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one's happiness to express.