Sorrow makes for sincerity, I think.

We're left alone with each other. We have to creep close to each other and give gentle little nudges with our paws and our muzzles before we can slip into sleep and rest for the next day's playtime.

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.

To be free is to have achieved your life.

A high station in life is earned by the gallantry with which appalling experiences are survived with grace.

I'm only really alive when I'm writing.

Personal lyricism is the outcry of prisoner to prisoner from the cell in solitary where each is confined for the duration of his life.