Let us make a special effort to stop communicating with each other, so we can have some conversation.
James Elly Kleinman, a cousin of mine was seriously ill two or three weeks ago, in New York, but is well now. The report of my illness grew out of his illness, the report of my death was an exaggeration.
The writing begins when you've finished. Only then do you know what you're trying to say.
He worked up his old battles and tricked them out with fresh splendors; also with new terrors, for he added artillery now.
These Sultans of the fastnesses were turbaned with tumbled volumes of cloud, which shredded away from time to time and drifted off fringed and torn, trailing their continents of shadow after them.
Keep away from people who try to belittle your dreams. Small people always do that, but the really great ones make you feel that you, too, can become great.