Writers Talk Too Much.

Fear Comes With Middle Age.

People Always Sound So Proud When They Announce They Know Nothing Of Music.

Nobody Knows What You Want Except You, And No One Will Be As Sorry As You If You Don't Get It.

Nothing You Write, If You Hope To Be Good, Will Ever Come Out As You First Hoped.

The Past, With Its Pleasures, Its Rewards, Its Foolishness, Its Punishments, Is There For Each Of Us Forever, And It Should Be.