The stupider the peasant, the better the horse understands him.

But if you had asked him what his work was, he would look candidly and openly at you with his large bright eyes through his gold pincenez, and would answer in a soft, velvety, lisping baritone: "My work is literature."

Only entropy comes easy.

When men ask me how I know so much about men, they get a simple answer: everything I know about men, I learned from me.

Write, write, write-till your fingers break.

There are still many more days of failure ahead, whole seasons of failure, things will go terribly wrong, you will have huge disappointments , but you have to prepare for that, you have to expect it and be resolute and follow your own path.

It always seems to the brothers and the father that their brother or son didn't marry the right person.