Writing Is A Wholetime Job: No Professional

He Exulted In The Possession Of Himself Once More; He Realized How Much Of The Delight Of The World He Had Lost When He Was Absorbed In That Madness Which They Called Love; He Had Had Enough Of It; He Did Not Want To Be In Love Anymore If Love Was That.

I Prefer A Loose Woman To A Selfish One And A Wanton To A Fool.

Just As The Painter Thinks With His Brush And Paints The Novelist Thinks With His Story.

For The Complete Life, The Perfect Pattern Includes Old Age As Well As Youth And Maturity.

People Talk Of Beauty Lightly, And Having No Feeling For Words, They Use That One Carelessly, So That It Loses Its Force; And The Thing It Stands For, Sharing Its Name With A Hundred Trivial Objects, Is Deprived Of Dignity. They Call Beautiful A Dress, A Dog, A Sermon; And When They Are Face To Face With Beauty Cannot Recognise It.