When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.

People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way.

A day of minor profit or prophet led to a night of drunkenness.

There is no hurry. Time means nothing to you.

I am a series of small victories and large defeats.

Maybe when I get in the grave, things will be beautiful.

Simplicity is always the secret, to a profound truth, to doing things, to writing, to painting. Life is profound in its simplicity