Harsh Words Live In The

Alimony Is The Curse Of The Writing Class.

If Only Gravity Were Working, The Path Would Be Symmetrical, It Is The Wind Resistance That Produces The Tragic Curve.

The Final Purpose Of Art Is To Intensify, Even, If Necessary, To Exacerbate, The Moral Consciousness Of People.

I Was Thinking That Surgeons Had To Be The Happiest People On Earth. To Cut People Up And Get Paid For It-that's Happiness, I Told Myself.

Growth Is A Greater Mystery Than Death. All Of Us Can Understand Failure, We All Contain Failure And Death Within Us, But Not Even The Successful Man Can Begin To Describe The Impalpable Elations And Apprehensions Of Growth.