Work Accomplished Means Little. It Is In

There Is A Time In The Life Of Every Boy When He For The First Time Takes The Backward View Of Life. Perhaps That Is The Moment When He Crosses The Line Into Manhood.

Those Who Are To Follow The Arts Should Have A Training In What Is Called Poverty. Given A Comfortable Middle-class Start In Life, The Artist Is Almost Sure To End Up By Becoming A Bellyacher, Constantly Complaining Because The Public Does Not Rush Forward At Once To Proclaim Him.

You Won’t Arrive. It Is An Endless Search.

The Writer, An Old Man With A White Moustache, Had Some Difficulty Getting Into Bed.

The Disease We All Have And That We Have To Fight Against All Our Lives Is ... The Disease Of Self.