“I made up my mind long ago that life was too short to do anything for myself that I could pay others to do for me.”

“I made up my mind long ago to follow one cardinal rule in all my writing—to be clear. I have given up all thought of writing poetically or symbolically or experimentally, or in any of the other modes that might (if I were good enough) get me a Pulitzer prize. I would write merely clearly and in this way establish a warm relationship between myself and my readers, and the professional critics—Well, they can do whatever they wish.”

“But no longer could I aks God what to do, since the answer, I was sure, would not suit me. I could do what suited me know, as long as I could pay for it. 'As long as I could pay for it.' That phrase soon became the tail that wagged my dog. If I had died then, it should have been my epigraph.”

“I don't want to understand anything now. I want to stick to the fact. I made up my mind long time ago. If I try to understand anything, I shall be false to the fact, and I have determined to stick to the fact.”

“Time is too short in this one life, to be able to do everything, but it definitely is long enough at least to be able to develop the will to do anything & everything...”

“Life is too short, or too long, for me to allow myself the luxury of living it so badly.”