A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.
Truly as the sun can rot or mend, love can make one bestial or make a beast a man.
Which of us has not been stunned by the beauty of an animal's skin or its flexibility in motion?
A man is a writer if all his words are strung in definite sentence sounds.
The hands are the heart's messengers.
When one is frank, one's very presence is a compliment.