... One Doesn't Really Profit

In Thoughts One Keeps A Reserve Of Hope, In Spite Of Everything. You Cannot Say Good-bye In Imagination. That Is Something You Can Only Do In Actuality.

A Poet Or Novelist Will Invent Interruptions To Avoid Long Consecutive Days At The Ordained Page; And Of These The Most Pernicious Are Other Kinds Of Writing -- Articles, Lectures, Reviews, A Wide Correspondence.

One Would Always Want To Think Of Oneself As Being On The Side Of Love, Ready To Recognize It And Wish It Well -but, When Confronted With It In Others, One So Often Resented It, Questioned Its True Nature, Secretly Dismissed The Particular Instance As Folly Or Promiscuity. Was It Merely Jealousy, Or A Reluctance To Admit So Noble And Enviable A Sentiment In Anyone But Oneself?

It's Nervous Work. The State You Need To Write In Is The State That Others Are Paying Large Sums Of Money To Get Rid Of.

Great Literature Is Like Moral Leadership; Everyone Deplores The Lack Of It, But There Is A Tendency To Prefer It From The Safely Dead.