Your Masters At Oxford Have Taught You

An Idea You Have Might Not Be Original. But By Creating A Novel Out Of That Idea You Can Make It Original.

What Is Love? There Is Nothing In The World, Neither Man Nor Devil Nor Any Thing, That I Hold As Suspect As Love, For It Penetrates The Soul More Than Any Other Thing. Nothing Exists That So Fills And Binds The Heart As Love Does. Therefore, Unless You Have Those Weapons That Subdue It, The Soul Plunges Through Love Into An Immense Abyss.

The Problem With The Internet Is That It Gives You Everything - Reliable Material And Crazy Material. So The Problem Becomes, How Do You Discriminate?

I Don't Miss My Youth. I'm Glad I Had One, But I Wouldn't Like To Start Over.

In The Construction Of Immortal Fame You Need First Of All A Cosmic Shamelessness.