Henry James was one of the nicest old ladies I ever met.

The good artist believes that nobody is good enough to give him advice. He has supreme vanity. No matter how much he admires the old writer, he wants to beat him.

It's because I'm alone.. If I could just feel it, it would be different, because I would not be alone. But if I were not alone, everybody would know it. And he could do so much for me, and then I would not be alone. Then I could be all right alone.

Most men are a little better than their circumstances give them a chance to be.

There is no such thing as was - only is. If was existed, there would be no grief or sorrow.

We have to start teaching ourselves not to be afraid.

Man the sum of what have you. A problem in impure properties carried tediously to an unvarying nil: stalemate of dust and desire.