Good Writers Are Of Necessity Rare.

Over The Meeting Of The Lovers I Draw A Veil. The Burst Of Rapture With Which They Clasped Each Other In A Wild Embrace -- The Many Inquiries -- The Fond Regrets And Thrilling Hopes -- It Is Out Of My Power To Convey. Let Me, Therefore, Leave Them To Their Happiness.

Literature Is At Once The Cause And The Effect Of Social Progress. It Deepens Our Natural Sensibilities, And Strengthens By Exercise Our Intellectual Capacities. It Stores Up The Accumulated Experience Of The Race, Connecting Past And Present Into A Conscious Unity; And With This Store It Feeds Successive Generations, To Be Fed In Turn By Them.

The Only Cure For Grief Is Action.

The Mathematician Who Is Without Value To Mathematicians, The Thinker Who Is Obscure Or Meaningless To Thinkers, The Dramatist Who Fails To Move The Pit, May Be Wise, May Be Eminent, But As An Author He Has Failed.

In Urging All Writers To Be Steadfast In Reliance On The Ultimate Victory Of Excellence, We Should No Less Strenuously Urge Upon Them To Beware Of The Intemperate Arrogance Which Attributes Failure To A Degraded Condition Of The Public Mind. The Instinct Which Leads The World To Worship Success Is Not Dangerous. The Book Which Succeeds Accomplishes Its Aim. The Book Which Fails May Have Many Excellencies, But They Must Have Been Misdirected.