Bohemia has no banner. It survives by discretion.
The world is a funny paper read backwards. And that way it isn't so funny.
Personal lyricism is the outcry of prisoner to prisoner from the cell in solitary where each is confined for the duration of his life.
Success is blocked by concentrating on it and planning for it... Success is shy - it won't come out while you're watching.
There is no pleasure in the world like writing well and going fast.
For nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles, Laura -- and so goodbye. . . .