The Older I Grow The

A Good Novel Cannot Be Too Long Or A Bad Novel Too Short.

I Am Inclined To Believe That A Man May Be Free To Do Anything He Pleases If Only He Will Accept Responsibility For Whatever He Does.

I Had No Place In Any Coterie, Or In Any Reciprocal Self-advertising. I Stood Alone. I Stood Outside. I Wanted Only To Learn. I Wanted Only To Write Better.

It Was A Perfect Spring Afternoon, And The Air Was Filled With Vague, Roving Scents, As If The Earth Exhaled The Sweetness Of Hidden Flowers.

... The Life Of The Mind Is Reality, And Love Without Romantic Illumination Is A Spiritless Matter.