Ghosts Seem Harder To Please

The Novelist's--any Writer's--object Is To Whittle Down His Meaning To The Exactest And Finest Possible Point. What, Of Course, Isfatal Is When He Does Not Know What He Does Mean: He Has No Point To Sharpen.

Reason Can Never Reconcile One To Life: Nothing Allays The Wants One Cannot Explain.

Chance Is Better Than Choice; It Is More Lordly. Chance Is God, Choice Is Man.

Nothing Is More Restful Than Conformity.

...though One Can Be Callous In Ireland One Cannot Be Wholly Opaque Or Material. An Unearthly Disturbance Works In The Spirit; Reason Can Never Reconcile One To Life; Nothing Allays The Wants One Cannot Explain.