Life, Friends, Is Boring. We Must Not

Ever To Confess You're Bored Means You Have No Inner Resources.

I Conclude Now I Have No Inner Resources, Because I Am Heavy Bored. Peoples Bore Me, Literature Bores Me, Especially Great Literature.

Praise Will Lead You To Vanity, And Blame Will Lead You To Self-pity, And Both Are Bad For Writers.

I Am So Wise I Had My Mouth Sewn Shut.

I Didn't Want To Be Like Yeats; I Wanted To Be Yeats.