To Retire To The Monastery, Or The

One Should Never Criticize His Own Work Except In A Fresh And Hopeful Mood. The Self-criticism Of A Tired Mind Is Suicide.

An Artist Cannot Fail; It Is A Success To Be One.

So Far As Discipline Is Concerned, Freedom Means Not Its Absence But The Use Of Higher And More Rational Forms As Contrasted With Those That Are Lower Or Less Rational.

In Most Cases A Favorite Writer Is More With Us In His Book Than He Ever Could Have Been In The Flesh; Since, Being A Writer, He Is One Who Has Studied And Perfected This Particular Mode Of Personal Incarnation, Very Likely To The Detriment Of Any Other. I Should Like As A Matter Of Curiosity To See And Hear For A Moment The Men Whose Works I Admire; But I Should Hardly Expect To Find Further Intercourse Particularly Profitable.

The Human Mind Is Indeed A Cave Swarming With Strange Forms Of Life, Most Of Them Unconscious And Unilluminated. Unless We Can Understand Something As To How The Motives That Issue From This Obscurity Are Generated, We Can Hardly Hope To Foresee Or Control Them.