How Do You Caution A Fawn About

The Real Gladiators Of The World Are So Humble In Their Origins And Unremarkable In Appearance That When We Stand Next To Them In A Grocery-store Line, We Never Guess How Brightly Their Souls Can Burn In The Dark.

If You Don't Compromise Your Gift, If You Write Each Day As Well As You Can, And Then Submit Your Work And Not Worry About It And Go On To The Next Piece, You Suddenly Find Oddly Enough That You're No More Interested In The Applause Than The Silence. You Don't Hear Either One Of Them. You Can Never Listen To The Naysayers. If You Do You Won't Survive.

...and I Wonder If There Is Any Way To Adequately Describe The Folly That Causes Us To Undo All The Great Gifts Of Both Earth And Heaven.

I Believe Every...man Remembers The Girl He Thinks He Should Have Married. She Reappears To Him In His Lonely Moments, Or He Sees Her In The Face Of A Young Girl In The Park, Buying A Snowball Under An Oak Tree By The Baseball Diamond. But She Belongs To Back There, To Somebody Else, And That Thought Sometimes Rends Your Heart In A Way That You Never Share With Anyone Else.

Writing Is Like Being In Love. You Never Get Better At It Or Learn More About It. The Day You Think You Do Is The Day You Lose It. Robert Frost Called His Work A Lover's Quarrel With The World. It's Ongoing. It Has Neither A Beginning Nor An End. You Don't Have To Worry About Learning Things. The Fire Of One's Art Burns All The Impurities From The Vessel That Contains It.