Poor Brain! How Helplessly It Dissolves When

I'm Sure There Are Writers Who Are Great Businessmen, But I Never Met Any.

Everybody Likes A Kidder, But Nobody Lends Him Money.

Certainly The Most Diverse, If Minor, Pastime Of Literary Life Is The Game Of Find The Author.

There Might Be A Dragon With Five Legs In My House, But No One Has Ever Seen It.

The Camera Has Its Own Kind Of Consciousness; In The Lens The Garden Of Eden Itself Would Become Ever So Slightly Too Perfect.