Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory.

Men don't want anything they get too easy. But on the other hand, men lose interest quickly.

What on earth can you do on this earth but catch at whatever comes near you, with both your fingers, until your fingers are broken?

Luxury is the wolf at the door and its fangs are the vanities and conceits germinated by success. When an artist learns this, he knows where the danger is.

Luck is believing you're lucky.

No, truth is something desperate, an' she's got it. Believe me, it's something desperate, an' she's got it.

Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory.