I Am Fierce For Work. Without Work

Why, Why, When One Writes, Does A Sort Of Shackle Bind One's Imagination? I Become Conscious Of A Deadening Mediocrity, Perhaps A Form Of Mental Cowardice, And I Long To Break Free, To Let My Imagination Take Wings. It Doesn't - Yet.

Question Everyone In Authority, And See That You Get Sensible Answers To Your Questions ... Questioning Does Not Mean The End Of Loving, And Loving Does Not Mean The Abnegation Of Intelligence. Vow As Much Love To Your Country As You Like ... But, I Implore You, Do Not Forget To Question.

I Like A Bit Of Color Myself, I Must Say. At My Time Of Life, If You Wear Nothing But Black, People Might Think You Were Too Mean To Change Frocks Between Funerals.

The Crown Of Life Is Neither Happiness Nor Annihilation; It Is Understanding.

I Can't Think Why I Was Cursed With This Inordinate Desire To Write, If The High Gods Weren't Going To Give Me Some More Adquate Means Of Expressing Myself Than That Which My Present Pedestrian Prose Affords.