The Object Of Literature Is

Remember That Every Drop Of Rain That Falls Bears Into The Bosom Of The Earth A Quality Of Beautiful Fertility.

To Some Men Popularity Is Always Suspicious. Enjoying None Themselves, They Are Prone To Suspect The Validity Of Those Attainments Which Command It.

"there Is One Basis Of Science," Says Descartes, "one Test And Rule Of Truth, Namely, That Whatever Is Clearly And Distinctly Conceived Is True." A Profound Psychological Mistake. It Is True Only Of Formal Logic, Wherein The Mind Never Quits The Sphere Of Its First Assumptions To Pass Out Into The Sphere Of Real Existences; No Sooner Does The Mind Pass From The Internal Order To The External Order, Than The Necessity Of Verifying The Strict Correspondence Between The Two Becomes Absolute. The Ideal Test Must Be Supplemented By The Real Test, To Suit The New Conditions Of The Problem.

In The Air We Breathe, In The Water We Drink, In The Earth We Tread On, Life Is Every Where. Nature Lives: Every Pore Is Bursting With Life ; Every Death Is Only A New Birth, Every Grave A Cradle.

The Discoverer And The Poet Are Inventors; And They Are So Because Their Mental Vision Detects The Unapparent, Unsuspected Facts, Almost As Vividly As Ocular Vision Rests On The Apparent And Familiar.