Advice Is Always A Confession.

Old Age Is Far More Than White Hair, Wrinkles, The Feeling That It Is Too Late And The Game Finished, That The Stage Belongs To The Rising Generations. The True Evil Is Not The Weakening Of The Body, But The Indifference Of The Soul.

To Reason With Poorly Chosen Words Is Like Using A Pair Of Scales With Inaccurate Weights.

In A Discussion, The Difficulty Lies, Not In Being Able To Defend Your Opinion, But To Know It.

The Need To Express Oneself In Writing Springs From A Mal-adjustment To Life, Or From An Inner Conflict Which The Adolescent (or The Grown Man) Cannot Resolve In Action. Those To Whom Action Comes As Easily As Breathing Rarely Feel The Need To Break Loose From The Real, To Rise Above, And Describe It... I Do Not Mean That It Is Enough To Be Maladjusted To Become A Great Writer, But Writing Is, For Some, A Method Of Resolving A Conflict, Provided They Have The Necessary Talent.

The Really Great Novel Tends To Be The Exact Negative Of Its Author's Life.