Though Life Is Very Glorious, It Is

The Sadness Of The Incomplete, The Sadness That Is Often Life, But Should Never Be Art.

Axiom : Novel Must Have Either One Living Character Or A Perfect Pattern: Fails Otherwise.

There Was Something Better In Life Than This Rub­bish, If Only He Could Get To It—love—nobility—big Spaces Where Passion Clasped Peace, Spaces No Science Could Reach, But They Existed For Ever, Full Of Woods Some Of Them, And Arched With Majestic Sky And A Friend. . .

If There Is On Earth A House With Many Mansions, It Is The House Of Words.

The Work Of Art Assumes The Existence Of The Perfect Spectator, And Is Indifferent To The Fact That No Such Person Exists.