What's The Use, There Never Was A

But What's The Good Of Freedom? What Can You Do With It? What One Wants Is To Live Well And Have A Beautiful House And Be Respected By People.

If I Were Sufficiently Romantic I Suppose I'd Have Killed Myself Long Ago Just To Make People Talk About Me. I Haven't Even Got The Conviction To Make A Successful Drunkard.

The Only Excuse For A Novelist, Aside From The Entertainment And Vicarious Living His Books Give The People Who Read Them, Is As A Sort Of Second-class Historian Of The Age He Lives In. The "reality" He Missed By Writing About Imaginary People, He Gains By Being Able To Build A Reality More Nearly Out Of His Own Factual Experience Than A Plain Historian Or Biographer Can.

U.s.a. Is The Speech Of The People

People Do Not Choose A Career; The Career Envelopes Them.