Self-centered merit brings the joy of heaven itself,
But it is like shooting an arrow at the sky; When the force is exhausted, it falls to the earth, And then everything goes wrong. - Cheng Tao-Ko from the Song of Enlightenment
". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate, a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the
horizon of shimmering deserts."
- Vladimir Nabokov