Energy Had Fastened Upon Her Like A

It Is Wiser To Be Conventionally Immoral Than Unconventionally Moral. It Isn't The Immorality They Object To, But The Originality.

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.

No One In The Modern World Is More Lonely Than The Writer With A Literary Conscience.

... The Life Of The Mind Is Reality, And Love Without Romantic Illumination Is A Spiritless Matter.

What I Hated Even More Than The Conflict Was The Lurid Spectacle Of A World Of Unreason.