Happiness Is A Hardy Annual.

I Had No Place In Any Coterie, Or In Any Reciprocal Self-advertising. I Stood Alone. I Stood Outside. I Wanted Only To Learn. I Wanted Only To Write Better.

I Would Write Of The Universal, Not The Provincial, In Human Nature.... I Would Write Of Characters, Not Of Characteristics.

The Pathos Of Life Is Worse Than The Tragedy.

Cruelty Is The Only Sin.

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