If We Cannot Write With

Without Craftsmanship, Inspiration Is A Mere Reed Shaken In The Wind.

One Should Never Forget That By Actually Perfecting One Piece One Gains And Learns More Than By Starting Or Half-finishing A Dozen.

If We Cannot Write With The Beauty Of Mozart, Let Us At Least Try To Write With His Purity.

What Would Become Of All Historical Biography If It Was Written Only With Consideration For Other Peoples' Feelings?

Those Who Enjoy Their Own Emotionally Bad Health And Who Habitually Fill Their Own Minds With The Rank Poisons Of Suspicion, Jealousy And Hatred, As A Rule Take Umbrage At Those Who Refuse To Do Likewise, And They Find A Perverted Relief In Trying To Denigrate Them.