People Are Either Born Hosts

Have You Noticed ... There Is Never Any Third Act In A Nightmare? They Bring You To A Climax Of Terror And Then Leave You There. They Are The Work Of Poor Dramatists.

Great Men Are But Life-sized. Most Of Them, Indeed, Are Rather Short.

Every Kind Of Writing Is Hypocritical.

There Is Much Virtue In A Window. It Is To A Human Being As A Frame Is To A Painting, As A Proscenium To A Play, As 'form' To Literature. It Strongly Defines Its Content.

Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps Why She Weaves So Badly.