If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.

Mediocre writers borrow; great writers steal.

Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-

All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.

For every life and every act consequence of good and evil can be shown and as in time results of many deeds are blended so good and evil in the end become confounded.

Because I know that time is always time And place is always and only place.

Probably, indeed, the larger part of the labor of an author composing his work is critical labor; the labor of sifting, combining, constructing, expunging, correcting, testing. This frightful toil is as much critical as creative.