For Souls In Growth, Great Quarrels Are

Uncultivated Minds Are Not Full Of Wild Flowers, Like Uncultivated Fields. Villainous Weeds Grow In Them And They Are The Haunt Of Toads.

The Vitality Of A New Movement In Art Must Be Gauged By The Fury It Arouses.

There Are People Whose Society I Find Delicious; But When I Sit Alone And Think Of Them I Shudder.

Only Those Who Get Into Scrapes With Their Eyes Open Can Find The Safe Way Out.

So, I Never Lose A Sense Of The Whimsical And Perilous Charm Of Daily Life, With Its Meetings And Words And Accidents.