I Have Known No Man Of Genius

Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps Why She Weaves So Badly.

It Seems To Be A Law Of Nature That No Man, Unless He Has Some Obvious Physical Deformity, Ever Is Loth To Sit For His Portrait.

The Most Perfect Caricature Is That Which, On A Small Surface, With The Simplest Means, Most Accurately Exaggerates, To The Highest Point, The Peculiarities Of A Human Being, At His Most Characteristic Moment In The Most Beautiful Manner.

People Are Either Born Hosts Or Born Guests.

Not Philosophy, After All, Not Humanity, Just Sheer Joyous Power Of Song, Is The Primal Thing In Poetry.