The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.
文学的唯一明智目的是，首先是写作的愉快劳动；其次是家人和朋友的满足；最后是实实在在的金钱。
The only thing that matters is the work. If you focus on the work, everything else will fall into place.
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life. And not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.
