It Is By Sitting Down To Write

The Cliché Is Dead Poetry. English, Being The Language Of An Imaginative Race, Abounds In Clichés, So That English Literature Is Always In Danger Of Being Poisoned By Its Own Secretions.

We Are Closer To The Ants Than To The Butterflies. Very Few People Can Endure Much Leisure.

Every Writer And Artist Wonders What In The World People Of Other Professions Can Find To Live For.

Wisdom Is Keeping A Sense Of Fallibility Of All Our Views And Opinions.

Old Age Takes Away From Us What We Have Inherited And Gives Us What We Have Earned.