Life May Take Away Happiness. But It

Surely The Novel Should Be A Form Of Art - But Art Was Not Enough. It Must Contain Not Only The Perfection Of Art, But The Imperfection Of Nature.

All Change Is Not Growth, As All Movement Is Not Forward.

Many Of The Men Who Had Come To The Wilderness To Practice Religion Appeared To Have Forgotten Its True Nature.

To Teach One's Self Is To Be Forced To Learn Twice.

Only On The Surface Of Things Have I Ever Trod The Beaten Path. So Long As I Could Keep From Hurting Anyone Else, I Have Lived, As Completely As It Was Possible, The Life Of My Choice. I Have Been Free. . . . I Have Done The Work I Wished To Do For The Sake Of That Work Alone.