The Condition Every Art Requires

The World Is Little, People Are Little, Human Life Is Little. There Is Only One Big Thing — Desire.

I Ain't Got Time To Learn. I Can Work Like Mans Now.

Sometimes," I Ventured, "it Doesn't Occur To Boys That Their Mother Was Ever Young And Pretty. . . I Couldn't Stand It If You Boys Were Inconsiderate, Or Thought Of Her As If She Were Just Somebody Who Looked After You. You See I Was Very Much In Love With Your Mother Once, And I Know There's Nobody Like Her.

Loyal? As Loyal As Anyone Who Plays Second Fiddle Ever Is.

Human Relationships Are The Tragic Necessity Of Human Life; That They Can Never Be Wholly Satisfactory, That Every Ego Is Half The Time Greedily Seeking Them, And Half The Time Pulling Away From Them.