The Reward Of Art Is Not Fame

The True Function Of A Writer Is To Produce A Masterpiece And No Other Task Is Of Any Consequence.

Young Writers If They Are To Mature Require A Period Of Between Three And Seven Years In Which To Live Down Their Promise. Promise Is Like The Mediaeval Hangman Who After Settling The Noose, Pushed His Victim Off The Platform And Jumped On His Back, His Weight Acting A Drop While His Jockeying Arms Prevented The Unfortunate From Loosening The Rope. When He Judged Him Dead He Dropped To The Ground.

Beneath A Mask Of Selfish Tranquility Nothing Exists Except Bitterness And Boredom.

In Youth The Life Of Reason Is Not In Itself Sufficient; Afterwards The Life Of Emotion, Except For Short Periods, Becomes Unbearable.

Optimism And Self-pity Are The Positive And Negative Poles Of Modern Cowardice.