It Is A Mistake To Regard Age

I Have An Object, A Task, Let Me Say The Word, A Passion. The Profession Of Writing Is A Violent And Almost Indestructible One.

Honesty Dies In Selling Itself.

Celebrate Within Yourself That Wonderful Treasure . . . True Kindness.

Nothing Is So Easy As To Deceive One’s Self When One Does Not Lack Wit And Is Familiar With All The Niceties Of Language. Language Is A Prostitute Queen Who Descends And Rises To All Roles. Disguises Herself, Arrays Herself In Fine Apparel, Hides Her Head And Effaces Herself; An Advocate Who Has An Answer For Everything, Who Has Always Foreseen Everything, And Who Assumes A Thousand Forms In Order To Be Right. The Most Honorable Of Men Is He Who Thinks Best And Acts Best, But The Most Powerful Is He Who Is Best Able To Talk And Write

I Regard As A Mortal Sin Not Only The Lying Of The Senses In Matters Of Love, But Also The Illusion Which The Senses Seek To Create Where Love Is Only Partial. I Say, I Believe, That One Must Love With All Of One's Being, Or Else Live, Come What May, A Life Of Complete Chastity.