Only In This World Do

There Is Nothing Like Literature: I Lose A Cow, I Write About Her Death, And My Writing Pays Me Enough To Buy Another Cow.

I Am Never Bored; To Be Bored Is An Insult To One's Self.

Whenever I Have Talked To Anyone At Too Great Length, I Am Like A Man Who Has Drunk Too Much, And Ashamed, Doesn't Know Where To Put Himself.

The Void Yields Up Nothing. You Have To Be A Great Poet To Make It Ring.

As I Grow To Understand Life Less And Less, I Learn To Love It More And More.