Talent Is Nothing But Long Patience.

The Public Wants Work Which Flatters Its Illusions.

A Memory Is A Beautiful Thing, It's Almost A Desire That You Miss.

I Go Dreaming Into The Future, Where I See Nothing, Nothing. I Have No Plans, No Idea, No Project, And, What Is Worse, No Ambition. Something – The Eternal ‘what’s The Use?’ – Sets Its Bronze Barrier Across Every Avenue That I Open Up In The Realm Of Hypothesis.

What Wretched Poverty Of Language! To Compare Stars To Diamonds!

Farming -- A Vocation Accursed Of Heaven, Since One Never Saw A Millionaire Involved In It.