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All autobiography is self-indulgent.
All autobiography is self-indulgent.
Do not trust the horse, Trojans! Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks, even though they bring gifts.
Do not trust the horse, Trojans! Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks, even though they bring gifts.
All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner read more
All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner or in a restaurant's revolving door.
'Tis an old saying, the Devil lurks behind the cross. All is not gold that glitters. From the tail of read more
'Tis an old saying, the Devil lurks behind the cross. All is not gold that glitters. From the tail of the plough, Bamba was made King of Spain; and from his silks and riches was Rodrigo cast to be devoured by the snakes.
Oh, thou hast a damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon read more
Oh, thou hast a damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me Hal, God forgive thee for it. Before I knew thee Hal, I knew nothing, and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.
I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if read more
I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.
Writing is manual labor of the mind: a job, like laying pipe.
Writing is manual labor of the mind: a job, like laying pipe.
Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them.
Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them.
I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that read more
I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.