It's not being homeless that matters. It's about who you are. Keep striving and you become somebody. Quit and you also become somebody. . but not the same person.
Perhaps that suspicion of fraud enhances the flavor.
When a man who is drinking neat gin starts talking about his mother he is past all argument.
The lucky man is he who knows how much to leave to chance.
A man who writes for a living does not have to go anywhere in particular, and he could rarely afford to if he wanted.
Novel writing wrecks homes.
Novel writing is far and away the most exhausting work I know.
I just had to plod along without having any teaching, which was a pity.
The miser, starving his brother's body, starves also his own soul, and at death shall creep out of his great estate of injustice, poor and naked and miserable
There are no good or bad people, humans are shaped by culture.
Ordinary people who faithfully, diligently, and consistently do simple things that are right before God will bring forth extraordinary results.