Success Is Never So Interesting

I Have Sometimes Thought That His Bursts Of Imaginative Talk Were Fatal To His Poetic Gift. He Squandered Too Much In The Heat Of Personal Communication.

To Note An Artist's Limitations Is But To Define His Talent.

Whatever Is Felt Upon The Page Without Being Specifically Named There — That, One Might Say, Is Created.

[some] People Really Expect The Passion Of Love To Fill And Gratify Every Need Of Life, Whereas Nature Only Intended That It Should Meet One Of Many Demands. They Insist On Making It Stand For All The Emotional Pleasures Of Life And Art; Expecting An Individual And Self-limited Passion To Yield Infinite Variety, Pleasure, And Distraction, And To Contribute To Their Lives What The Arts And The Pleasurable Exercise Of The Intellect Gives To Less Limited And Less Intense Idealists.

It Does Not Matter Much Whom We Live With In This World, But It Matters A Great Deal Whom We Dream Of.