I Haven't Any Allegiance, Any Responsibilities, Any

Work On One Thing At A Time Until Finished.

Forget The Books You Want To Write. Think Only Of The Book You Are Writing.

In Every Man's Heart There Is Anchored A Little Schooner.

I Have Made A Silent Compact With Myself Not To Change A Line Of What I Write. I Am Not Interested In Perfecting My Thoughts, Nor My Actions.

No One Asks You To Throw Mozart Out Of The Window. Keep Mozart. Cherish Him. Keep Moses Too, And Buddha And Lao Tzu And Christ. Keep Them In Your Heart. But Make Room For The Others, The Coming Ones, The Ones Who Are Already Scratching On The Window-panes.