It Is With Pain That

The Highest Thing One Can Do In Literature Is To Succeed In Saying That Thing Which One Meant To Say. There Is Nothing Better Than That - To Make The World See Your Thoughts As You See Them.

I Am Not Good. I Am Not Virtuous. I Am Not Sympathetic. I Am Not Generous. I Am Merely And Above All A Creature Of Intense Passionate Feeling. I Feel—everything. It Is My Genius. It Burns Me Like Fire.

I Consider Calmly The Question Of How Much Evil I Should Need To Kill Off My Finer Feelings.

However Great One's Gift Of Language May Be, There Is Always Something That One Cannot Tell.

A Genius Who Does Not Know That He Is A Genius Is No Genius.