Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the objet of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have cought happiness without dreaming of it.

"It's not the load that breaks you down, it's the way you carry it."

作家必须是一个愿意沉默的人。

Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.

"Every book has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and dream about it."