Offering Dragons quarter is no good, they regrow all their parts and come on again. They have to be killed.

I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored. Peoples bore me, literature bores me, especially great literature.

something has been said for sobriety but very little.

So if I were talking to a young writer, I would recommend the cultivation of extreme indifference to both praise and blame because praise will lead you to vanity, and blame will lead you to self-pity, and both are bad for writers.

Them lady poets must not marry, pal.

I can offer you only: this world like a knife

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn