Lighting Does Occasionally Strike And Occasional The

The Clock Talked Loud. I Threw It Away, It Scared Me What It Talked.

Not To Have An Audience Is A Kind Of Death.

I Know That I Haven’t Powers Enough To Divide Myself Into One Who Earns And One Who Creates.

I Could Not Live By Literature If Only To Begin With, Because Of The Slow Maturing Of My Work And Its Special Character.

I Don't Want To Die Leaving The World As It Is Right Now.