Life Is A Stream On Which We

Brighter Than Fireflies Upon The Uji River Are Your Words In The Dark, Beloved.

Happiness, To Some, Elation; Is, To Others, Mere Stagnation.

The Stigma Of Oddness Is The Price A Myopic World Always Exacts Of Genius.

How Hard, How Desperately Hard, Is The Way Of The Experimenter In Art!

Don’t Ask A Writer What He’s Working On. It’s Like Asking Someone With Cancer On The Progress Of His Disease.