It Is Not Enough To Be Happy,

You Can Recover From The Writing Malady Only By Falling Mortally Ill And Dying.

In Literature, There Are Only Oxen. The Biggest Ones Are The Geniuses-the Ones Who Toil Eighteen Hours A Day Without Tiring.

Whenever I Have Talked To Anyone At Too Great Length, I Am Like A Man Who Has Drunk Too Much, And Ashamed, Doesn't Know Where To Put Himself.

I Don't Know If God Exists, But It Would Be Better For His Reputation If He Didn't.

Somewhere In The Shadow Cast By Every Famous Man Is A Feminine Victim.