The Mind Was Dreaming. The World Was

Heaven And Hell Seem Out Of Proportion To Me: The Actions Of Men Do Not Deserve So Much.

Many Of The Characters Are Fools And They're Always Playing Tricks On Me And Treating Me Badly.

I Think Of Reading A Book As No Less An Experience Than Travelling Or Falling In Love.

My Undertaking Is Not Difficult, Essentially. I Should Only Have To Be Immortal To Carry It Out.

I Don't Think Esthetic Schools Are Important. What Is Important Is The Use That Is Made Of Them, Or Whatever The Individual Writer Does.