And if insight were sufficient$$$ if the inner life were the whole of life$$$ their happiness has been assured.

And if insight were sufficient$$$ if the inner life were the whole of life$$$ their happiness has been assured.

Italy and London are the only places where I don't feel to exist on sufferance.

I sing to the realists .People who accept it like it is .

The most important thing is to keep the Soul aloft.

Power is the goal of all ambition.

The spaces between the perceiver and the thing perceived can [...] be closed with a shout of recognition.

The sun$$$ an hour above the horizon$$$ is poised like a bloody egg upon a crest of thunderheads; the light has turned copper: in the eye portentous$$$ in the nose sulphurous$$$ smelling of lightning.

Let the writer take up surgery or bricklaying if he is interested in technique. There is no mechanical way to get the writing done$$$ no shortcut. The young writer would be a fool to follow a theory. Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error. The good artist believes that nobody is good enough to give him advice. He has supreme vanity. No matter how much he admires the old writer$$$ he wants to beat him.

Tell about the South. What's it like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there. Why do they live at all.