Read In Order To Live.

What Is Beautiful Is Moral, That Is All There Is To It.

I’m Dazzled By Your Facility. In Ten Days You’ll Have Written Six Stories! I Don’t Understand It… I’m Like One Of Those Old Aqueducts: There’s So Much Rubbish Cogging Up The Banks Of My Thought That It Flows Slowly, And Only Spills From The End Of My Pen Drop By Drop.

What An Awful Thing Life Is, Isn’t It? It’s Like Soup With Lots Of Hairs Floating On The Surface. You Have To Eat It Nevertheless.

One Arrives At Style Only With Atrocious Effort, With Fanatical And Devoted Stubbornness.

One Never Tires Of What Is Well Written, Style Is Life! It Is The Very Blood Of Thought!