No Nation Has Ever Produced

Our Tree Became The Talking Tree Of The Fairy Tale; Legends And Stories Nestled Like Birds In Its Branches.

Every Artist Makes Himself Born. It Is Very Much Harder Than The Other Time, And Longer.

So Long As A Novelist Works Selfishly For The Pleasure Of Creating Character And Situation Corresponding To His Own Illusions, Ideals And Intuitions, He Will Always Produce Something Worth While And Natural. Directly He Takes Himself Too Seriously And Begins For The Alleged Benefit Of Humanity An Elaborate Dissection Of Complexes, He Evolves A Book That Is More Ridiculous And Tiresome Than The Most Conventional Cold Cream Girl Novel Of Yesterday.

She Had Certain Thoughts Which Were Like Companions, Ideas Which Were Like Older And Wiser Friends.

It Takes A Great Deal Of Experience To Become Natural.