The tragedy of bold, forthright, industrious people is that they act so continuously without much thinking, that it becomes dry and empty.

So you see, imagination needs moodling - long, inefficient, happy idling, dawdling and puttering.

Think of yourself as an incandescent power, illuminated and perhaps forever talked to by God and his messengers.

Sometimes I think of life as a process where everybody is discouraging and taking everybody else down a peg or two.

Don't always be appraising yourself, wondering if you are better or worse than other writers. "I will not Reason and Compare," said Blake; "my business is to Create." Besides, since you are like no other being ever created since the beginning of Time, you are incomparable.

Know that it is good to work. Work with love, and think of liking it when you do it. It is easy and interesting. It is a privilege. There is nothing hard about it but your anxious vanity and fear of failure.