A Novel Is Really Like A Symphony

Two-thirds Of My Energies Go In Trying To Save One-third For Work.

Be Respectful Of Words. They Mean Something.

Untrained Minds Have Always Been A Nuisance To The Military Police Of Orthodoxy. God-intoxicated Mystics And Untidy Saints With Only A White Blaze Of Divine Love Where Their Minds Should Have Been, Are Perpetually Creating Almost As Much Disorder Within The Law As Outside It.

They Had Both Noticed That A Life Of Dissipation Sometimes Gave To A Face The Look Of Gaunt Suffering Spirituality That A Life Of Asceticism Was Supposed To Give And Quite Often Did Not.

There Seems To Be A Kind Of Order In The Universe…in The Movement Of The Stars And The Turning Of The Earth And The Changing Of The Seasons. But Human Life Is Almost Pure Chaos. Everyone Takes His Stance, Asserts His Own Right And Feelings, Mistaking The Motives Of Others, And His Own.