A Novel Is Really Like A Symphony

And Yet, We Know How Fatal The Pursuit Of Liveliness May Be: It May Result In ... Tiresome Acrobatics. ... Flashy Effects Distract The Mind. They Destroy Their Persuasiveness; You Would Not Believe A Man Was Very Intent On Ploughing A Furrow If He Carried A Hoop With Him And Jumped Through It At Every Other Step. ... When Virtuosity Gets The Upper Hand Of Your Theme, Or Is Better Than Your Idea, It Is Time To Quit.

Childhood Is The Fiery Furnace In Which We Are Melted Down To Essentials And That Essential Shaped For Good.

Life Comes First, An Art Not Rooted In Human Experience Is Not Worth A Damn, But Different Kinds Of Minds Have Different Kinds Of Experience, And All I Ask Of Any Man Is Validity; And There Should Be Place For Every Type And Kind Of Mind.

I Was Right Not To Be Afraid Of Any Thief But Myself, Who Will End By Leaving Me Nothing.

It's A Man's World, And You Men Can Have It.