The Girl Had A Certain Nobleness Of

Art Without Life Is A Poor Affair.

...the Great Merit Of The Place Is That One Can Arrange One's Life Here Exactly As One Pleases...there Are Facilities For Every Kind Of Habit And Taste, And Everything Is Accepted And Understood.

The House Of Fiction Has In Short Not One Window, But A Million, ... But They Are, Singly, As Nothing Without The Posted Presence Of The Watcher.

Ideas Are, In Truth, Force.

We Work In The Dark -- We Do What We Can -- We Give What We Have.