In My Firm, We Dealt In Lies.

In What Touches Their Social Convictions, Most Persons Do Not Think. The Threat Of Change, With All It Suggests To Them In The Loss Of Social And Economic Privilege, Alarms So Deeply That They Are Incapable Of Unprejudiced Thought. They Seem To Themselves To Be Thinking, With Lucidity And Fairness, But Since They Start From The Conviction That Change Must Undoubtedly Be For The Worse Or From Settled Grief At The Thought Of Losing What Is Old And Lovely, They Are Doing No More Than Following A Logical Sequence Of Ideas From A False Premise.

The Writer - More Especially The Novelist - Who Has Not, At One Moment Or Another, Considered His Publisher Unworthy Of Him, Has Still To Be Conceived.

Very Rare, The Intelligence Of The Heart. The Intelligence Of The Whimsical Brain Is Less Rare, Less Attaching, Sometimes Tedious.

The Impossible Talked Of Is Less Impossible From The Moment Words Are Laid To It.

Language Is Memory And Metaphor.