The word happiness exists in every language; it is plausible the thing itself exists.

Any time something is written against me, I not only share the sentiment but feel I could do the job far better myself. Perhaps I should advise would-be enemies to send me their grievances beforehand, with full assurance that they will receive my every aid and support. I have even secretly longed to write, under a pen name, a merciless tirade against myself.

A writer's work is the product of laziness.

Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscular and no doubt falsified and mutilated memory or reflection of an irrecoverable process.

What I'm really concerned about is reaching one person. And that person may be myself for all I know.

Time broadens the scope of verses and I know of some which, like music, are everything for all men.

Soccer is popular because stupidity is popular.