It bothered me that whatever was waiting wasn't waiting for me
Talent is like a faucet, while it is open, one must write.
Tragedy is clean, it is restful, it is flawless.
An ugly sight, a man who is afraid.
The object of art is to give life shape.
What fun it would be to be poor, as long as one was excessively poor! Anything in excess is most exhilarating