For many years I was a self-appointed inspector of snowstorms and rain >>
Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording >>
Our inventions are wont to be pretty toys, which distract our attentio >>
The fire which enlightens is the same fire which consumes. >>
Passion is the mob of the man, that commits a riot upon his reason. >>
I'd rather be a failure at something I love than a success at somethin >>
Do what you love. Know you own bone; gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still.