I've had a terrific battle with common sense, and finally stupidity won.
Every man's work, whether it be literature or music or pictures or anything else, is always a portrait of himself, and the more he tries to conceal himself the more clearly will his character appear in spite of him.
(December 08, 1835 - June 18, 1902)
I just resign myself to a couple of minutes being added every year, so it's nice to see that they're trying to trim it.
One writes to make a home for oneself, on paper, in time and in others' minds.