Writing Is An Incredibly Lonely Job.

We Are All Prisoners At One Time Or Another In Our Lives, Prisoners To Ourselves Or To The Expectations Of Those Around Us. It Is A Burden That All People Endure, That All People Despise, And That Few People Ever Learn To Escape.

It Is Better, I Think, To Grab At The Stars Than To Sit Flustered Because You Know You Cannot Reach Them... At Least He Who Reaches Will Get A Good Stretch, A Good View, And Perhaps Even A Low-hanging Apple For His Efforts.

There's Way Too Much Pain In This Business For Anyone Who Doesn't Have To Write.

I Have Come To Know That It [death] Is An Important Thing To Keep In Mind - Not To Complain Or To Make Melancholy, But Simply Because Only With The Honest Knowledge That One Day I Will Die I Can Ever Truly Begin To Live.

Is Yours An Honest Lament? ... Most Are Not, You Know. Most Self-imposed Burdens Are Founded On Misperceptions. We - At Least We Of Sincere Character - Always Judge Ourselves By Stricter Standards Than We Expect Others To Abide By. It Is A Curse, I Suppose, Or A Blessing, Depending On How One Views It... Take It As A Blessing, My Friend, An Inner Calling That Forces You To Strive To Unattainable Heights.