It is no disgrace to rest a bit.

A book is never finished; it's abandoned.

Everyone needs a warm personal enemy or two to keep him free from rust in the movable parts of his mind

It is no disgrace to rest a bit.

Don't be dismayed by the opinions of editors, or critics. They are only the traffic cops of the arts.

News is history shot on the wing. The huntsmen from the Fourth Estate seek to bag only the peacock or the eagle of the swifting day.

Never thank anybody for anything, except a drink of water in the desert -and then make it brief.