It’s funny how the one thing nearly all the world’s great writers agree on is that instead of being a writer or a learned person it is better to be a serf, a peasant, one with nature, indentured to a master or some god or other.

Nobility in poverty is the term that must get bandied about literary circles, yet let’s see one of them go to poverty and willingly stay there!

Greener is the grass of another fool.