It is very necessary to have markers of beauty left in a world seeming >>
Travel is the most private of pleasures. There is no greater bore than >>
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Thus, with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, biting my truant >>
Writing is thinking on paper. >>
Good writing excites me, and makes life worth living. >>
It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? for the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of the soul, growth of the mind.