I Am Still Under The Impression That

We Are Not Living In A Private World Of Our Own. Everything We Say And Do And Think Has Its Effect On Everything Around Us.

Looking Back On The Long-stretched-out Body Of One's Work, It Is Interesting To Mark The Endless Duel Fought Within A Man Between The Emotional And Critical Sides Of His Nature, First One, Then The Other, Getting The Upper Hand, And Too Seldom Fusing Till The Result Has The Mellowness Of Full Achievement. One Can Even Tell The Nature Of One's Readers, By Their Preference For The Work Which Reveals More Of This Side Than Of That.

He Was Afflicted By The Thought That Where Beauty Was, Nothing Ever Ran Quite Straight, Which No Doubt, Was Why So Many People Looked On It As Immoral.

The Beginnings And Endings Of All Human Undertakings Are Untidy.

It Isn't Enough To Love People Because They're Good To You, Or Because In Some Way Or Other You're Going To Get Something By It. We Have To Love Because We Love Loving.