It Is Love, Not Faith, That Moves

Work Is Not Man's Punishment. It Is His Reward And His Strength And His Pleasure.

... When We Are Misunderstood It Is Always Our Own Fault. What The Reader Wants Most Of All Is To Be Able To Grasp What We Think; But You Loftily Refuse To Comply.

Art For Art's Sake Is An Empty Phrase. Art For The Sake Of Truth, Art For The Sake Of The Good And The Beautiful, That Is The Faith I Am Searching For.

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

Heavens! Whatever Possesses Us, Here Below, That We Mutually Torment Ourselves, Sourly Reproach Our Mutual Faults, And Mercilessly Condemn All That Is Not Cut According To Our Pattern?