So eager are our people to obliterate the present.

Most men are not wicked... They are sleep-walkers$$$ not evil evildoers.

I need solitude for my writing; not 'like a hermit' - that wouldn't be enough - but like a dead man.

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.

Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.

Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.

Where talent is lacking$$$ anger writes poetry.

Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing$$$ and it becomes chronic in their sick minds.

I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.

Part of growing up is developing a bullshit detector$$$ and kids usually do a pretty fair job of wising each other up.