We Are A Most Solitary People, And

So Much Of Our Lives Is Given Over To The Consideration Of Our Imperfections That There Is No Time To Improve Our Imaginary Virtues. The Truth Is We Only Perfect Our Vices, And Man Is A Worse Creature When He Dies Than He Was When He Was Born.

A Painter Can Hang His Pictures, But A Writer Can Only Hang Himself.

Woman Is The Most Superstitious Animal Beneath The Moon. When A Woman Has A Premonition That Tuesday Will Be A Disaster, To Which A Man Pays No Heed, He Will Very Likely Lose His Fortune Then. This Is Not Meant To Be An Occult Or Mystic Remark. The Female Body Is A Vessel, And The Universe Drops Its Secrets Into Her Far More Quickly Than It Communicates Them To The Male.

Genius, Like Truth, Has A Shabby And Neglected Mien.

Look At This Poet William Carlos Williams: He Is Primitive And Native, And His Roots Are In Raw Forest And Violent Places; He Is Word-sick And Place-crazy. He Admires Strength, But For What? Violence! This Is The Cult Of The Frontier Mind.