Sift Each Of Us Through The Great

Personal Publicity Is Apt To Be Dangerous To Any Writer's Integrity; For The Moment He Begins To Fancy Himself As Quite A Person, A Taint Creeps Into His Work.

It Is Not Death That Kills Us, But Life. We Are Done To Death By Life.

People In General Are Totally Unable To Detach The Personality Of A Writer From The Products Of His Thinking.

The Test Of Beauty Is Whether It Can Survive Close Knowledge.

I Do Not Understand How Anyone Can Live Without Some Small Place Of Enchantment To Turn To.