No Man Remains Quite What He Was

Innate In Nearly Every Artistic Nature Is A Wanton, Treacherous Penchant For Accepting Injustice When It Creates Beauty And Showing Sympathy For And Paying Homage To Aristocratic Privilege.

A Writer Is Somebody For Whom Writing Is More Difficult Than It Is For Other People.

Forbearance In The Face Of Fate, Beauty Constant Under Torture, Are Not Merely Passive. They Are A Positive Achievement, An Explicit Triumph.

No Man Remains Quite What He Was When He Recognizes Himself.

What Pleases The Public Is Lively And Vivid Delineation Which Makes No Demands On The Intellect; But Passionate And Absolutist Youth Can Only Be Enthralled By A Problem.