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 did not have one bad spell during writing - an unprecedented record.
Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.
I am full of fire and passion. I am not ready yet for great concentration and passion.
Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.
Never insult seven men when all your packing is a six-shooter.