When we commit ourselves to writing for some part of each day, we are happier, more enlightened, alive, light-hearted and generous to everyone else. Even our health improves.

Advertising companies hire the very brightest, wittiest young people to write for them. Not one single sentence of it is worth repeating. Why? Because it wasn't meant.

Even if I knew for certain that I would never have anything published again, and would never make another cent from it, I would still keep on writing.

Inspiration comes to us slowly and quietly . prime it with a little solitude.

Think of yourself as incandescent power, illuminated perhaps and forever talked to by God and his messengers.

The imagination needs moodling,--long, inefficient happy idling, dawdling and puttering.

... to paint with oil paints for the first time ... is like trying to make something exquisitely accurate and microscopically clear out of mud pies with boxing gloves on.