The Greatest Mercy, I Have Often Thought,

It Is Better To Take Experience, To Suffer, To Love, And To Remember Than To Walk Unscathed Between The Fires. I've Had Most Immunities Myself - The Result Of An Independent Income Combined With A Personality Completely Devoid Of Sexual Attractions - The Two Fires Of Poverty And Passion Have Therefore Never Burned Me, And I Am A Lesser Person For My Safety.

The Damned Book I Am Writing Is Like The Driveling Of A Weak-kneed Sea Calf. If I Were Sufficiently Strong Minded, I Should Tear It Up An Start Again. But I Don't.

Why, Why, When One Writes, Does A Sort Of Shackle Bind One's Imagination? I Become Conscious Of A Deadening Mediocrity, Perhaps A Form Of Mental Cowardice, And I Long To Break Free, To Let My Imagination Take Wings. It Doesn't - Yet.

If We Haven't A Grouch Against Fortune, We Seem Unable To Avoid One Against Ourselves.

There's Never Been A Lack Of Men Willing To Die Bravely. The Trouble Is To Find A Few Able To Live Sensibly.