Have The Courage Of Your Desire.

It Is Familiarity With Life That Makes Time Speed Quickly. When Every Day Is A Step In The Unknown, As For Children, The Days Are Long With Gathering Of Experience . . .

The Mind Which Renounces, Once And For Ever, A Futile Hope, Has Its Compensation In Ever-growing Calm.

A Pipe For The Hour Of Work; A Cigarette For The Hour Of Conception; A Cigar For The Hour Of Vacuity.

Have The Courage Of Your Desire.

And Why Should Any Man Who Writes, Even If He Writes Things Immortal, Nurse Anger At The World's Neglect? Who Asked Him To Publish? Who Promised Him A Hearing? Who Has Broken Faith With Him? Your Poem, Your Novel, Who Bargained With You For It?