I Would Write One True Sentence, And

For Luck You Carried A Horse Chestnut And A Rabbit?s Foot In Your Right Pocket. The Fur Had Been Worn Off The Rabbit?s Foot Long Ago And The Bones And The Sinews Were Polished By The Wear. The Claws Scratched In The Lining Of Your Pocket And You Knew Your Luck Was Still There.

In Order To Be A Great Writer A Person Must Have A Built-in, Shockproof Crap Detector.

When People Talk, Listen Completely. Most People Never Listen.

No Writer Who Knows The Great Writers Who Did Not Receive The Prize Can Accept It Other Than With Humility. There Is No Need To List These Writers. Everyone Here May Make His Own List According To His Knowledge And His Conscience.

Happiness In Intelligent People Is The Rarest Thing I Know.