Nobody Ever Intends To Be Old.

Years Should Be Nothing To You. Who Asked You To Count Them Or Consider Them? In The World Of Wild Nature, Time Is Measured By Seasons Only-the Bird Does Not Know How Old It Is-the Rose-tree Does Not Count Its Birthdays!

The Press Nowadays Is Not A Literary Press; Classic Diction And Brilliancy Of Style Do Not Distinguish It By Any Means.

I Attribute My Good Fortune To The Simple Fact That I Have Always Tried To Write Straight From My Own Heart To The Hearts Of Others.

Pleasure For Others Is The Only Pleasure Possible To Me. I Assure You I'm Quite Selfish! - I'm Greedy For The Happiness Of Those I Love - And If They Can't Or Won't Be Happy I'm Perfectly Miserable.

When One Loves God Better Than The Church Is One Called A Heretic?