We Must Grant The Artist His Subject,

There's No More Usual Basis Of Union Than Mutual Misunderstanding.

The Only Success Worth One's Powder Was Success In The Line Of One's Idiosyncrasy... What Was Talent But The Art Of Being Completely Whatever One Happened To Be?

What Is Character But The Determination Of Incident? What Is Incident But The Illustration Of Character?

The Main Object Of The Novel Is To Represent Life. . .the Success Of A Work Of Art, To My Mind, May Be Measured By The Degree To Which It Produces A Certain Illusion; That Illusion Makes It Appear To Us For The Time That We Have Lived Another Life - That We Have Had A Miraculous Enlargement Of Experience.

...he Had Long Decided That Abundant Laughter Should Be The Embellishment Of The Remainder Of His Days.