Experience is wine, and art is the brandy we distill from it. |
The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend. |
What we call luck is the inner man externalized. We make things happen to us. |
Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons. |
Their very conservatism is secondhand, and they don't know what they are conserving. |
Only a fool expects to be happy all the time. |