Count me not your friend but the enemy of your enemies.
In fact, almost every job you get somebody watching you.
I just wrote what I felt like writing since they seemed to sell.
The less a writer discusses his work and himself the better. The master chef slaughters no chickens in the dining room; the doctor writes prescriptions in Latin; the magician hides his hinges, mirrors, and trapdoors with the utmost care.
I do not care to listen; obloquy injures my self-esteem and I am skeptical of praise.
Why make plans? The sun might well go out tomorrow.