You may tell a man thou art a fiend but not your nose wants blowing to him alone who can bear a thing of that kind you may tell all.
Writing is a form of therapy sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write compose or paint can manage to escape the madness melancholia the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.
Against the beautiful and the clever and the successful one can wage a...
A petty reason perhaps why novelists more and more try to keep a distance...
The truth has never been of any real value to any human being - it is a...
Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.
If you have everything under control, you're not moving fast enough
Thought is an errand boy, fear a mine of...
