Apart From Letters, It Is The Vulgar

No One In The Modern World Is More Lonely Than The Writer With A Literary Conscience.

I Have Watchedmany Literary Fashions Shoot Up And Blossom, And Then Fade And Drop.... Yet With The Many That I Have Seen Comeand Go, I Have Never Yet Encountered A Mode Of Thinking That Regarded Itself As Simply A Changing Fashion, And Not As An Infallible Approach To The Right Culture.

So Long As One Is Able To Pose One Has Still Much To Learn About Suffering.

Yes, I Learned Long Ago That The Only Satisfaction Of Authorship Lies In Finding The Very Few Who Understand What We Mean. As For Outside Rewards, There Is Not One That I Have Ever Discovered.

There Is Only One Force Stronger Than Selfishness, And That Is Stupidity.