It Is Good Food And Not Fine

The Maturing Process Of Becoming A Writer Is Akin To That Of A Harlot. First You Do It For Love, Then For A Few Friends, And Finally Only For Money.

Frankly, It's Good Enough To Lock Up In A Drawer.

There Is No Fate More Distressing For An Artist Than To Have To Show Himself Off Before Fools, To See His Work Exposed To The Criticism Of The Vulgar And Ignorant.

It Is A Folly Second To None; To Try To Improve The World.

The Less We Deserve Good Fortune, The More We Hope For It.