In this world people have to pay an extortionate price for any exceptional gift whatever.

Whatever is felt upon the page without being specifically named there -- that, we may say, is created.

All the intelligence and talent in the world can't make a singer. The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity.

Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world, but here the earth is the floor of the sky.

Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.

We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on a cigar-box lid.