Cruelty Is The Only Sin.

Life May Take Away Happiness. But It Can't Take Away Having Had It.

Although The Primitive In Art May Be Both Interesting And Impressive, As Portrayed In American Fiction It Is Conspicuous For Dullness Alone. Drab Persons Living Drab Lives, Observed By Drab Minds And Reported In Drab Writing.

Nobody, Not Even The Old, Not Even The Despairing, Wished To Come To An End In Time Or In Eternity.

My First Reading Of Tolstoy Affected Me As A Revelation From Heaven, As The Trumpet Of The Judgment. What He Made Me Feel Was Notthe Desire To Imitate, But The Conviction That Imitation Was Futile.

He Felt With The Force Of A Revelation That To Throw Up The Clods Of Earth Manfully Is As Beneficent As To Revolutionize The World. It Was Not The Matter Of The Work, But The Mind That Went Into It, That Counted - And The Man Who Was Not Content To Do Small Things Well Would Leave Great Things Undone.