A People That Grows Accustomed To Sloppy

I Consider Criticism Merely A Preliminary Excitement, A Statement Of Things A Writer Has To Clear Up In His Own Head Sometime Or Other, Probably Antecedent To Writing; Of No Value Unless It Come To Fruit In The Created Work Later.

A Slave Is One Who Waits For Someone To Come And Free Him.

Use No Superfluous Word, No Adjective, Which Does Not Reveal Something.

Mass Ought To Be In Latin, Unless You Could Do It In Greek Or Chinese. In Fact, Any Abracadabra That No Bloody Member Of The Public Or Half-educated Ape Of A Clargimint Could Think He Understood.

Don't Be Blinded By The Theorists And A Lying Press.