Money is the necessity that frees us from necessity.
It is a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more money writing or talking about his art than he can by practicing it.
The class distinctions proper to a democratic society are not those of rank or money, still less, as is apt to happen when these are abandoned, of race, but of age.
Literary confessors are contemptible, like beggars who exhibit their sores for money, but not so contemptible as the public that buys their books.