Self-criticism, like self-administered brain surgery, is perhaps not a good idea. Can the 'self' see the 'self' with any objectivity?

The greatest realities are physical and economic, all the subtleties of life come afterward.

Ultimately, we measure ourselves against our own ideas of idealism and perfection, and we don't always come very close to them.

The brain is a muscle of busy hills, the struggle of unthought things with things eternally thought.

Like most people, I can be very easily hurt.

Writing is a consequence of having been 'haunted' by material. Why this is, no one knows.

The great happiness in life in creativity belongs to amateurs.