Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning truth beauty.

In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.

That's an amazing feeling to walk onstage and you're not thinking about anything you're not thinking about your lines or what you're supposed to do - your body your brain knows so there's freedom. There's not fear there's not nerves.

Solitude is strength to depend on the presence of the crowd is weakness. The man who needs a mob to nerve him is much more alone than he imagines.

Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it dream of it live on that idea. Let the brain muscles nerves every part of your body be full of that idea and just leave every other idea alone. This is the way to success.