Throw Up Into Your Typewriter Every Morning.

When A Book, Any Sort Of Book, Reaches A Certain Intensity Of Artistic Performance It Becomes Literature.

All Reading For Pleasure Is Entertainment.

May I Wish For You The Knowledge...that Marriages Do Not Take Place, They Are Made By Hand; That There Is Always An Element Of Discipline Involved; That However Perfect The Honeymoon, The Time Will Come, However Brief It Is, When You Wish She Would Fall Downstairs And Break A Leg. This Goes For Her Too. But The Mood Will Pass, If You Give It Time.

If People Could Deal With Each Other Honestly, They Would Not Need Agents.

Great Critics, Of Whom There Are Piteously Few, Build A Home For The Truth.