But there's nothing that gives me more thrill than when I'm writing and a couplet works. I find the right rhyme, or it's just perfect. There's nothing that exciting.
“Who knows whether in retirement I shall be tempted to the last infirmity of mundane minds, which is to write a book.”
“I abhor a hoe. I am fond of flowers but not of dirt, and had rather buy them than cultivate them.”