No, no thought to the winnings. One loves because one loves.

Just slap something on it when you see a blank canvas staring at you with a sort of imbecility.

What is true is that I have at times earned my own crust of bread, and at other times a friend has given it to me out of the goodness of his heart. I have lived whatever way I could, for better or for worse, taking things just as they came.

Even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes. Only when I fall do I get up again.

And when I read, and really I do not read so much, only a few authors, - a few men that I discovered by accident - I do this because they look at things in a broader, milder and more affectionate way than I do, and because they know life better, so that I can learn from them.

If one feels the need of something grand, something infinite, something that makes one feel aware of God, one need not go far to find it.

One must never let the fire go out in one's soul, but keep it burning.