Words Do Not Express Thoughts Very Well.

The Tree Does Not Die, It Waits.

I Have Always Been A Great Dreamer; In Dreams I Am More Active Than In My Real Life, And These Shadows Sapped Me Of Health And Energy.

The Cup Was Emptied And Would Never Be Filled Again.

Those Who Cannot Think Or Take Responsibility For Themselves Need, And Clamor For, A Leader.

When A Writer Receives Praise Or Blame, When He Arouses Sympathy Or Is Ridiculed, When He Is Loved Or Rejected, It Is Not On The Strength Of His Thoughts And Dreams As A Whole, But Only Of That Infinitesimal Part Which Has Been Able To Make Its Way Through The Narrow Channel Of Language And The Equally Narrow Channel Of The Reader's Understanding.