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The Mind Is Not A Hermit's Cell, But A Place Of Hospitality And Intercourse.

It Is Surely A Matter Of Common Observation That A Man Who Knows No One Thing Intimately Has No Views Worth Hearing On Things In General.

The Thing That Moves Us To Pride Or Shame Is Not The Mere Mechanical Reflection Of Ourselves But The Imagined Effect Of This Reflection Upon Another's Mind.

In Most Cases A Favorite Writer Is More With Us In His Book Than He Ever Could Have Been In The Flesh; Since, Being A Writer, He Is One Who Has Studied And Perfected This Particular Mode Of Personal Incarnation, Very Likely To The Detriment Of Any Other. I Should Like As A Matter Of Curiosity To See And Hear For A Moment The Men Whose Works I Admire; But I Should Hardly Expect To Find Further Intercourse Particularly Profitable.

One Should Never Criticize His Own Work Except In A Fresh And Hopeful Mood. The Self-criticism Of A Tired Mind Is Suicide.