Seeking Revenge: What A Lack Of Foresight.

At First, When An Idea, A Poem, Or The Desire To Write Takes Hold Of You, Work Is A Pleasure, A Delight, And Your Enthusiasm Knows No Bounds. But Later On You Work With Difficulty, Doggedly, Desperately. For Once You Have Committed Yourself To A Particular Work, Inspiration Changes Its Form And Becomes An Obsession, Like A Love-affair… Which Haunts You Night And Day! Once At Grips With A Work, We Must Master It Completely Before We Can Recover Our Idleness.

To Those Who Ask If I Have Read Their Book, I Reply: I Have Not Yet Read Homer.

Some People Make It Hard For Me To Believe In Universal Evolution.

Renouncement: The Heroism Of Mediocrity.

Indiscretion Has Always Seemed To Me To Be One Of The Privileges Of Tact.