Don't write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.

Ever bike? Now that's something that makes life worth living!

The man, with his brain, can pierce the intoxicating mirage of things and contemplate a frozen universe in the most perfect indifference to him and his dreams.

Somehow, the love of the islands, like the love of a woman, just happens. One cannot determine in advance to love a particular woman, nor can one so determine to love Hawaii.

Then one can't make a living out of poetry? Certainly not. What fool expects to? Out of rhyming, yes.

Don't write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.

I did not begin when I was born, nor when I was conceived. I have been growing, developing, through incalculable myriads of millenniums... All my previous selves have their voices, echoes, promptings in me... Oh, incalculable times again shall I be born.