It's an infernal nuisance to love Life as I do. I seem to love it more as time goes on rather than less. It never becomes a habit to me. It's always a marvel. I do hope I'll be able to keep in it long enough to do some really good work. I'm sick of people dying who promise well.

I have made it a rule of my life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy, and no one who intends to become a writer can …

Whenever I prepare for a journey I prepare as though for death. Should I never return, all is in order. This is what life has taught me.

Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change. So suffering must become Love. This is the mystery. This is what I must do.