I don't like work no man does but I like what is in the work the chance to find yourself

I don't like work... but I like what is in work - the chance to find yourself. Your own reality - for yourself, not for others - which no other man can ever know.

All a man can betray is his conscience

This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it; but man will never on his heap of mud keep still...

I don't like work--no man does--but I like what is in the work--the chance to find yourself. Your own reality--for yourself not for others--what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.

[Even geniuses get the blues.] The more I write the less substance I see in my work, ... It is tolerably awful. And I face it, I face it but the fright is growing on me. My fortitude is shaken by the view of the monster. It does not move; its eyes are baleful; it is as still as death itself -- and it will devour me. Its stare has eaten into my soul already deep, deep.