The minute you begin to have doubts, the floor under your feet starts to shake.

Nature with her wealth of birds and flowers, Has in her heart a place for every weed; For her quick eyes require no microscope To note the varied wonders and delights That the Creator's humblest works possess.

The thorn of death falls from heaven, and its myriad forms leave us no room to move.

Some people, when they're called before the police, like nothing better than to spill everything, fact and fiction alike, hoping to create a good impression.

Many people ask why a writer commits suicide. But I think that people who ask don't know the vanity and the nothingness of writing. I think it is very usual and natural for a writer to commit suicide, because in order to keep on writing he must be a very strong person.

The minute you begin to have doubts, the floor under your feet starts to shake.

It's a dangerous dog that doesn't bark.