I Know Every Book Of Mine By

Life, I Fancy, Would Very Often Be Insupportable, But For The Luxury Of Self Compassion.

I Am Much Better Employed From Every Point Of View, When I Live Solely For My Own Satisfaction, Than When I Begin To Worry About The World. The World Frightens Me, And A Frightened Man Is No Good For Anything.

Literature Nowadays Is A Trade... The Successful Man Of Letters Is Your Skilful Tradesman. He Thinks First And Foremost Of The Markets.

To Like Keats Is A Test Of Fitness For Understanding Poetry, Just As To Like Shakespeare Is A Test Of General Mental Capacity.

And Why Should Any Man Who Writes, Even If He Writes Things Immortal, Nurse Anger At The World's Neglect? Who Asked Him To Publish? Who Promised Him A Hearing? Who Has Broken Faith With Him? Your Poem, Your Novel, Who Bargained With You For It?