The artist in his teens who is happy is a charlatan. Life comes bursting in all around lis too suddenly, too crudely, too cruelly, for happiness. — William McFee Copy Share Image
Responsibility's like a string we can only see the middle of. Both ends are out of sight. — William McFee Copy Share Image
Woman dwell always in the palace of unpalatable truth and never by any chance is there a magic talisman to save them from their… — William McFee Copy Share Image
There is far too much talk of love and grief benumbing the faculties, turning the hair gray, and destroying a man's interest in his… — William McFee Copy Share Image
People don't ever seem to realize that doing what's right, writes no guarantee against misfortune. — William McFee Copy Share Image
“People don't seem to realize that doing what's right is no guarantee against misfortune.” — William McFee Copy Share Image
An Englishman never takes his collar off when he is writing. How can you expect him to show you his soul? — William McFee Copy Share Image
A trouble is a trouble, and the general idea, in the country, is to treat it as such, rather than to snatch the knotted… — William McFee Copy Share Image
It may be that, while we plodding realists go on, for ever preoccupied with our daily chores, abstracting a microscopic pleasure from each microscopic… — William McFee Copy Share Image
People don't ever seem to realize that doing what's right is no guarantee against misfortune. — William McFee Copy Share Image
