Every Writer Creates His Own Precursors. His

A Writer, Or Any Man, Must Believe That Whatever Happens To Him Is An Instrument; Everything Has Been Given For An End. This Is Even Stronger In The Case Of The Artist. Everything That Happens, Including Humiliations, Embarrassments, Misfortunes, All Has Been Given Like Clay, Like Material For One's Art. One Must Accept It.

You May Win Your Heart's Desire, But In The End You're Cheated Of It By Death.

The Machinery Of The World Is Far Too Complex For The Simplicity Of Men.

If Space Is Infinite, We May Be At Any Point In Space. If Time Is Infinite, We May Be At Any Point In Time.

All Literature, Is, Finally Autobiographical.