I Am Not Sincere, Even When I

When I Think Of All The Books Still Left For Me To Read, I Am Certain Of Further Happiness.

You Can Recover From The Writing Malady Only By Falling Mortally Ill And Dying.

Talent Is Like Money; You Don't Have To Have Some To Talk About It.

If One Were To Build The House Of Happiness, The Largest Space Would Be The Waiting Room.

The Less I Understand Life, The More I Live It!