The Profession Of Letters Is, After All,

In Literature, There Are Only Oxen. The Biggest Ones Are The Geniuses-the Ones Who Toil Eighteen Hours A Day Without Tiring.

I Find That When I Do Not Think Of Myself I Do Not Think At All.

It Is When We Are Faced With Death That We Turn Most Bookish.

Be Modest! It Is The Kind Of Pride Least Likely To Offend.

You Can Recover From The Writing Malady Only By Falling Mortally Ill And Dying.