What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing?

An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, "Come and find me, come and find me."

The squeaky wheel gets the grease but the quacking duck gets shot.

Tell him solitude is creative if he is strong and the final decisions are made in silent rooms. Tell him to be different from other people if it comes natural and easy being different. Let him have lazy days seeking his deeper motives. Let him seek deep for where he is a born natural. Then he may understand Shakespeare and the Wright brothers, Pasteur, Pavlov, Michael Faraday and free imaginations Bringing changes into a world resenting change. He will be lonely enough to have time for the work he knows as his own.

There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.

I couldn't see myself filling some definite niche in what is called a career. This was all misty.

Our lives are like a candle in the wind.