A Cell Is Regarded As The True

All Good Literature Rests Primarily On Insight.

To Love Is For The Soul To Choose A Companion, And Travel With It Along The Perilous Defiles And Winding Ways Of Life; Mutually Sustaining, When It Is Rugged With Obstructions, And Mutually Rejoicing, When Rich Broad Plains And Sunny Slopes Make Journeying Delight.

To Write Much, And To Write Rapidly, Are Empty Boasts. The World Desires To Know What You Have Done, And Not How You Did It.

It Is Unhappily True That Much Insincere Literature And Art, Executed Solely With A View To Effect, Does Succeed By Deceiving The Public.

To One Man A Stream Is So Much Water-power, To Another A Rendezvous For Lovers.