What I Have Found Is, Anything One

... Artists Were Intended To Be An Ornament To Society. As A Society In Themselves They Are Unthinkable.

A Novel Which Survives, Which Withstands And Outlives Time, Does Do Something More Than Merely Survive. It Does Not Stand Still. It Accumulates Round Itself The Understanding Of All These Persons Who Bring To It Something Of Their Own. It Acquires Associations, It Becomes A Form Of Experience In Itself, So That Two People Who Meet Can Often Make Friends, Find An Approach To Each Other, Because Of This One Great Common Experience They Have Had.

In Big Houses In Which Things Are Done Properly, There Is Always The Religious Element. The Diurnal Cycle Is Observed With More Feeling When There Are Servants To Do The Work.

If You Look At Life One Way, There Is Always Cause For Alarm.

For People Who Live On Expectations, To Face Up To Their Realization Is Something Of An Ordeal.