I suppose that people, using themselves and each other so much by words, are at least consistent in attributing wisdom to a still tongue.

The work never matches the dream of perfection the artist has to start with.

Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words

Success is feminine and like a woman, if you cringe before her, she will override you

Knowing not grieving remembers a thousand savage and lonely streets.

He [the writer] must, teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid; and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the old universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed - love and honor and pity and compassion and sacrifice. See Poets & Writers

I never promise a woman anything nor let her know what I'm going to give her. That's the only way to manage them. Always keep them guessing. If you cant think of any other way to surprise them, give them a bust in the jaw.