At All Events, I Do Not Mean

Some Few There Must Be In Every Age And Every Land Of Whom Life Claims Nothing Very Insistently Save That They Write Perfectly Of Beautiful Happenings.

A Man Of Genuine Literary Genius, Since He Possesses A Temperament Whose Susceptibilities Are Of Wider Area Than Those Of Any Other, Is Inevitably Of All People The One Most Variously Affected By His Surroundings. And It Is He, In Consequence, Who Of All People Most Faithfully And Compactly Exhibits The Impress Of His Times And His Times' Tendencies, Not Merely In His Writings Where It Conceivably Might Be Just Predetermined Affectation But In His Personality.

There Are Many Of Our So-called Captains On Industry Who, If The Truth Were Told, And A Shorter And Uglier Word Were Not Unpermissible, Are Little Better Than Malefactors Of Great Wealth.

Whatever Pretended Pessimists In Search Of Notoriety May Say, Most People Are Naturally Kind, At Heart.

Creeds Matter Very Little... The Optimist Proclaims That We Live In The Best Of All Possible Worlds; And The Pessimist Fears This Is True. So I Elect For Neither Label.