I went into the business for the money, and the art grew out of it. If people are disillusioned by that remark, I can't help it. It's the truth.

The writer must earn money in order to be able to live and to write, but he must by no means live and write for the purpose of making money.

Why is there so much month left at the end of the money?

I'd have stopped writing years ago if it were for the money.

There is no class so pitiably wretched as that which possesses money and nothing else.