Only In The Present Do Things Happen.

I...have Always Known That My Destiny Was, Above All, A Literary Destiny — That Bad Things And Some Good Things Would Happen To Me, But That, In The Long Run, All Of It Would Be Converted Into Words. Particularly The Bad Things, Since Happiness Does Not Need To Be Transformed: Happiness Is Its Own End.

Time Broadens The Scope Of Verses And I Know Of Some Which, Like Music, Are Everything For All Men.

Death Is Just Infinity Closing In.

I Think It's All To The Good That A Writer Shouldn't Be Too Famous. Because, In A Country Where A Writer May Be Famous, He May Be Pandering To The Mob, Celebrity And So On.

Doubt Is One Of The Names Of Intelligence.