We Know All Their Gods; They Ignore

Like All Religions, Love Has More Believers Than Practitioners.

Our Prejudices, Our Antipathies, Are Our Natural Defenses Against What We Could Not Assimilate.

Eternity: What A Waste Of Time.

At First, When An Idea, A Poem, Or The Desire To Write Takes Hold Of You, Work Is A Pleasure, A Delight, And Your Enthusiasm Knows No Bounds. But Later On You Work With Difficulty, Doggedly, Desperately. For Once You Have Committed Yourself To A Particular Work, Inspiration Changes Its Form And Becomes An Obsession, Like A Love-affair… Which Haunts You Night And Day! Once At Grips With A Work, We Must Master It Completely Before We Can Recover Our Idleness.

Fatalism Is The Lazy Man's Way Of Accepting The Inevitable.