I know what I have in me; I know what literature is, now; I know the average rot that is poured out by a lot of little men; and I know that at the end of two years I shall be on the highroad to success.

As for business, I shall never succeed at it.

I am not in sympathy with it.

It strikes me as dull, and stupid, and mercenary, and tricky.

Anyway I am not adapted for it.