Better To Write For Yourself And Have

Greed, Like The Love Of Comfort, Is A Kind Of Fear.

No One Can Achieve Serenity Until The Glare Of Passion Is Past The Meridian.

The Lesson One Can Learn From Firbank Is That Of Inconsequence. There Is The Vein Which He Tapped And Which Has Not Yet Been Fully Exploited.

Young Writers If They Are To Mature Require A Period Of Between Three And Seven Years In Which To Live Down Their Promise. Promise Is Like The Mediaeval Hangman Who After Settling The Noose, Pushed His Victim Off The Platform And Jumped On His Back, His Weight Acting A Drop While His Jockeying Arms Prevented The Unfortunate From Loosening The Rope. When He Judged Him Dead He Dropped To The Ground.

It Is After Creation, In The Elation Of Success, Or The Gloom Of Failure, That Love Becomes Essential.