Most Publishers, Like Most Writers, Are Ruined

Late One Brilliant April Afternoon Professor Lucius Wilson Stood At The Head Of Chestnut Street, Looking About Him With The Pleased Air Of A Man Of Taste Who Does Not Very Often Get To Boston.

That Is Happiness; To Be Dissolved Into Something Complete And Great.

Most Publishers, Like Most Writers, Are Ruined By Their Successes.

In A Few Hours One Could Cover That Incalculable Distance; From The Winter Country And Homely Neighbours, To The City Where The Air Trembled Like A Tuning-fork With Unimaginable Possibilities.

A Creative Writer Can Do His Best Only With What Lies Within The Range And Character Of His Deepest Sympathies.