The Trade Of Authorship Is A Violent,

It Is Sad, No Doubt, To Exhaust One's Strength And One's Days In Cleaving The Bosom Of This Jealous Earth, Which Compels Us To Wring From It The Treasures Of Its Fertility, When A Bit Of The Blackest And Coarsest Bread Is, At The End Of The Day's Work, The Sole Recompense And The Sole Profit Attaching To So Arduous A Toil.

It Is Love, Not Faith, That Moves Mountains.

Honesty Dies In Selling Itself.

Believe In No Other God Than The One Who Insists On Justice And Equality Among Men.

I Needn't Tell You That Success And Failure Prove Nothing - The Whole Thing Is A Lottery. It's Pleasant To Succeed; But For A Philosophic Mind It Oughtn't To Be Very Upsetting To Fail.