Anger And Jealousy Are Spasms Of The

My First Reading Of Tolstoy Affected Me As A Revelation From Heaven, As The Trumpet Of The Judgment. What He Made Me Feel Was Notthe Desire To Imitate, But The Conviction That Imitation Was Futile.

Nations Decay From Within More Often Than They Surrender To Outward Assault.

... The Life Of The Mind Is Reality, And Love Without Romantic Illumination Is A Spiritless Matter.

But Youth Isn't Happy. Youth Is Sadder Than Age.

O God, Let Me Write Books! Please, God, Let Me Write Books!