No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.

You're beautiful, like a May fly.

Worry destroys the ability to write. Ill health is bad in the ratio that it produces worry which attacks your subconscious and destroys your nerves.

No good book has ever been written that has in it symbols arrived at beforehand and stuck in. ... I tried to make a real old man, a real boy, a real sea and a real fish and real sharks. But if I made them good and true enough they would mean many things

My training was never to drink after dinner nor before I wrote nor while I was writing.

He knew he would not be afraid. Even if he ever was afraid he knew that he could do it anyway.

[Never give up hope. Never give in to pessimism. Never despair.] No horse named Morbid ever won a race!