The Void Yields Up Nothing. You Have

We Are Ignorant Of The Beyond Because This Ignorance Is The Condition Of Our Own Life. Just As Ice Cannot Know Fire Except By Melting And Vanishing.

It Astounds Us To Come Upon Other Egoists, As Though We Alone Had The Right To Be Selfish, And To Be Filled With Eagerness To Live.

Literature Is An Occupation In Which You Have To Keep Proving Your Talent To People Who Have None

In Literature, There Are Only Oxen. The Biggest Ones Are The Geniuses-the Ones Who Toil Eighteen Hours A Day Without Tiring.

The Reward Of Great Men Is That, Long After They Have Died, One Is Not Quite Sure That They Are Dead