I never know how much of what I say is true.
One of the lessons of history is that nothing is often a good thing to do and always a clever thing to say.
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality.
The only difference between a rut and a grave... is in their dimensions.
He who will not reason is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not is a slave.
While we have the gift of life, it seems to me that only tragedy is to allow part of us to die - whether it is our spirit, our creativity, or our glorious uniqueness.