Knowledge Was Like A Mouthful Of Dust.

From These Christians Who Came To [avalon] To Escape The Bigotry Of Their Own Kind I Learned Something, At Last, Of The Nazarene, The Carpenter's Son Who Had Attained Godhead In His Own Life And Preached A Rule Of Tolerance; And So I Came To See That My Quarrel Was Never With The Christ, But With His Foolish And Narrow Priests Who Mistook Their Own Narrowness For His.

And I Must Believe That Man Has The Power To Know The Right, To Choose Between Good And Evil And Know That His Choice Has Made A Difference.

One Of The Earliest Lessons I Learned Was Not To Read My Reviews. Weigh Them.

Knowledge Was Like A Mouthful Of Dust.

There's No "magic Secret"; Writing Is Like Everything Else; Ten Percent Inspiration Or Talent, And Ninety Percent Hard Work. Persistence; Keeping At It Till You Get There. As Agnes De Mille Said, It Means Working Every Day—bored, Tired, Weary, Or With A Fever Of A Hundred And Two.