I Am Fierce For Work. Without Work

Those Who Prepare For War Get It.

But To Write - That Is Grief And Labor; And To Read What One Has Written - How Unlike The Story As One Saw It; How Dull, How Spirtless - That Is Enough To Send One Weeping To Bed.

The Only Difficulty Is To Know What Bits To Choose And What To Leave Out. Novel-writing Is Not Creation, It Is Selection.

Teachers Have Power. We May Cripple Them By Petty Economics; By Government Regulations, By The Foolish Criticism Of An Uninformed Press; But Their Power Exists For Good Or Evil.

This Alone Is To Be Feared - The Closed Mind, The Sleeping Imagination, The Death Of The Spirit. The Death Of The Body Is To That, I Think, A Little Thing.