I Prefer Old Age To

Do Not Be Afraid To Be Afraid.

It Is Always The Same: Women Bedeck Themselves With Jewels And Furs, And Men With Wit And Quotations.

An Artist Carries On Throughout His Life A Mysterious, Uninterrupted Conversation With His Public.

Inspiration Comes Unawares, From Unaccountable Sources That Have Nothing To Do With Planning Or Intelligence. Let It Cool Ever So Slightly, And You Are Left, Pen Or Brush In Hand, With No Inspiration At All. Gifted People Need Not, Therefore, Make A Song And Dance About Being Or Supposing Themselves Superior. They Simply Happened To Be Born With That Fortunate, Subconscious Equipment Of Theirs, And The Mystery Exists Independently Of Intelligence Or Ambition.

If You Wait For The Perfect Moment When All Is Safe And Assured, It May Never Arrive. Mountains Will Not Be Climbed, Races Won, Or Lasting Happiness Achieved.