The Lucky Man Is He Who Knows

The Fools Ran After Me And I Ran After The Whores, Foolish Though I Realized Such A Proceeding To Be.

I Formed A Resolution To Never Write A Word I Did Not Want To Write; To Think Only Of My Own Tastes And Ideals, Without A Thought Of Those Of Editors Or Publishers.

Novel Writing Wrecks Homes.

I Must Be Like The Princess Who Felt The Pea Through Seven Mattresses; Each Book Is A Pea.

I'd Rather Be In Trouble For Having Done Something Than For Not Having Done Anything.