A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.

As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive of one's attending upon you; but to question the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.

Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.

Your thorns are the best part of you.

Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.

Originality is... a by-product of sincerity.

Camels are snobbish and sheep, unintelligent; water buffaloes, neurasthenic-- even murderous. Reindeer seem over-serious.

Omissions are not accidents.

The hands are the heart's messengers.

The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease.

When one cannot appraise out of one's own experience, the temptation to blunder is minimized, but even when one can, appraisal seems chiefly useful as appraisal of the appraiser.

Every time you come to the limit of what is demanded of you, you are faced with the same problem-to be yourself!

If you aren’t nurturing your self, what kind of mother can you be, anyway?

Cheap things are real. Cheap things are accessible. Cheap things are made for us because we don’t have any money, and even though we’d like to think we’ll have it someday, we know we don’t now.

The bud of victory is always in the truth.

If you are with the right person, it brings out the best version of you.

These days people are much more aware that mathematics is a communal endeavor: even the most brilliant idea gets meaning only from its relation to the whole.

Every story teaches me how to write it. Unfortunately, it doesn't teach me how to write the next one.

So you should always stay on top of people's vesting schedules.

Long days and pleasant nights