Patriotism Is A Kind Of

The Past Attracts Me, The Present Frightens Me, Because The Future Is Death.

The Public Is Composed Of Numerous Groups Whose Cry To Us Writers Is: 'comfort Me.' 'amuse Me.' 'touch My Sympathies.' 'make Me Sad.' 'make Me Dream.' 'make Me Laugh.' 'make Me Shiver.' 'make Me Weep.' 'make Me Think.'

A Sick Thought Can Devour The Body's Flesh More Than Fever Or Consumption.

A Human Being - What Is A Human Being? Everything And Nothing. Through The Power Of Thought It Can Mirror Everything It Experiences. Through Memory And Knowledge It Becomes A Microcosm, Carrying The World Within Itself. A Mirror Of Things, A Mirror Of Facts. Each Human Being Becomes A Little Universe Within The Universe!

The English Have Only Three Sauces - A White One, A Brown One And A Yellow One, And None Of Them Have Any Flavor Whatever.