In November You Begin To Know How

If I Were A First Rate Writer, I Wouldn't Mind A Bit. What Does Depress Me Is This: It Is So Desperately Hard And So Obsessive And So Lonely To Write That, In Return For All This Work, One Would Like A Little Self Satisfaction. And That Is Never Going To Come, For The Simple Reason That I Do Not Deserve It. I Cannot Be A Good Enough Writer. You See? I Call It Grim. But The Future Looks Awfully Clear To Me.

Once You Get A Tyranny, You Don't Easily Get Rid Of It. Much Better To Remember About Eternal Vigilance.

All Politicians Are Bores And Liars And Fakes. I Talk To People.

By Its Existence, The Peace Movement Denies That Governments Know Best; It Stands For A Different Order Of Priorities: The Human Race Comes First.

The Ends Never Justify The Means Because It Never Ends.