The details are the life of it, I insist, say everything on your mind, don’t hold back, don’t analyze or anything as you go along, say it out.

No matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.

That's the story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor.

Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.

Rather, I think one should write, as nearly as possible, as if he were the first person on earth and was humbly and sincerly putting on paper that which he saw and experienced and loved and lost; what his passing thoughts were and his sorrows and desires.

As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk

Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?