One Must Be A God To Be

Don't Tell Me The Moon Is Shining; Show Me The Glint Of Light On Broken Glass.

If I Had Listened To The Critics I'd Have Died Drunk In The Gutter

There Are Plenty Of Good People, But Only A Very, Very Few Are Precise And Disciplined.

He Had Two Lives: One, Open, Seen And Known By All Who Cared To Know, Full Of Relative Truth And Of Relative Falsehood, Exactly Like The Lives Of His Friends And Acquaintances; And Another Life Running Its Course In Secret. And Through Some Strange, Perhaps Accidental, Conjunction Of Circumstances, Everything That Was Essential, Of Interest And Of Value To Him, Everything In Which He Was Sincere And Did Not Deceive Himself, Everything That Made The Kernel Of His Life, Was Hidden From Other People.

If One Wants To Lead A Good Life, A Human Life, One Must Work.