I Shall Not Want Honor In Heaven

An Editor Should Tell The Author His Writing Is Better Than It Is. Not A Lot Better, A Little Better.

Hell Is Oneself, Hell Is Alone, The Other Figures In It Merely Projections. There Is Nothing To Escape From And Nothing To Escape To. One Is Always Alone.

It Is Self-evident That St. Louis Affected Me More Deeply Than Any Other Environment Has Ever Done. I Feel That There Is Something In Having Passed One's Childhood Beside The Big River, Which Is Incommunicable To Those People Who Have Not. I Consider Myself Fortunate To Have Been Born Here, Rather Than In Boston, Or New York, Or London.

April Is The Cruellest Month.

Let's Not Be Narrow, Nasty, And Negative.