At All Events, I Do Not Mean

A Manpossessesnothing Certainlysavea Brief Loanof His Own Body.

I Ask Of Literature Precisely Those Things Of Which I Feel The Lack In My Own Life.

A Man Of Genuine Literary Genius, Since He Possesses A Temperament Whose Susceptibilities Are Of Wider Area Than Those Of Any Other, Is Inevitably Of All People The One Most Variously Affected By His Surroundings. And It Is He, In Consequence, Who Of All People Most Faithfully And Compactly Exhibits The Impress Of His Times And His Times' Tendencies, Not Merely In His Writings Where It Conceivably Might Be Just Predetermined Affectation But In His Personality.

But With Man The Case Is Otherwise, In That When Logic Leads To Any Humiliating Conclusion, The Sole Effect Is To Discredit Logic.

Good And Evil Keep Very Exact Accounts... And The Face Of Every Man Is Their Ledger.