I am full of fire and passion. I am not ready yet for great concentration and passion.
These critics who crucify me do not guess the littlest part of my sincerity. They must be burned in a blaze. I cannot learn from them.
I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired.
I confess that reading proofs is a pleasure. It stimulates and inspires me.
The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.
Jealously was an unjust and stifling thing.