The Universe, So Far As We Can

Truth Is A Jewel Which Should Not Be Painted Over; But It May Be Set To Advantage And Shown In A Good Light.

My Remembrance Of The Past Is A Novel I Am Constantly Recomposing; And It Would Not Be A Historical Novel, But Sheer Fiction, If The Material Events Which Mark And Ballast My Career Had Not Their Public Dates And Characters Scientifically Discoverable.

Tomes Of Aesthetic Criticism Hang On A Few Moments Of Real Delight And Intuition.

In A Moving World Readaptation Is The Price Of Longevity.

The Truth Is Cruel, But It Can Be Loved, And It Makes Free Those Who Have Loved It.