For me, the dead remain dead. If I couldn't believe that, I don't think I could go on living.
When I heard, Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, I thought, Did he fall or was he pushed?
Read widely and with discrimination. Bad writing is contagious.
It is always easy to question the judgement of others in matters of which we may be imperfectly informed.
Old age makes caricatures of us all.
Open your mind to new experiences, particularly to the study of other people. Nothing that happens to a writer – however happy, however tragic – is ever wasted.