Once You Have A Point Of View

Nothing Is So Soothing To Our Self-esteem As To Find Our Bad Traits In Our Forebears. It Seems To Absolve Us.

As Against Having Beautiful Workshops, Studies, Etc., One Writes Best In A Cellar On A Rainy Day.

Those Of Our Writers Who Have Possessed A Vivid Personal Talent Have Been Paralyzed By A Want Of Social Background.

How Delightful Is The Company Of Generous People, Who Overlook Trifles And Keep Their Minds Instinctively Fixed On Whatever Is Good And Positive In The World Around Them.

Genius And Virtue Are To Be More Often Found Clothed In Gray Than In Peacock Bright.