The Pleasure Of Doing A

The Test Of A First-rate Work, And A Test Of Your Sincerity In Calling It A First-rate Work, Is That You Finish It.

Does There, I Wonder, Exist A Being Who Has Read All, Or Approximately All, That The Person Of Average Culture Is Supposed To Have Read, And That Not To Have Read Is A Social Sin? If Such A Being Does Exist, Surely He Is An Old, A Very Old Man.

A Cause May Be Inconvenient, But It's Magnificent. It's Like Champagne Or High Heels, And One Must Be Prepared To Suffer For It.

Every Scene, Even The Commonest, Is Wonderful, If Only One Can Detach Oneself, Casting Off All Memory Of Use And Custom And Behold It, As It Were, For The First Time.

Its Language Is A Language Which The Soul Alone Understands, But Which The Soul Can Never Translate.