Only through immitation do we develop toward originality.

Well, I git enough sorrow. I like to git away from it.

I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession.

And Tom brought him chicken soup until he wanted to kill him. The lore has not died out of the world, and you will still find people who believe that soup will cure any hurt or illness and is no bad thing to have for the funeral either.

And, of course, people are interested only in themselves. If a story is not about the hearer he will not listen.

The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.

Maybe the hardest thing in writing is simply to tell the truth about things as we see them.