The difficulty of literature is not to write$$$ but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader$$$ but to affect him precisely as you wish.

Understanding human needs is half the job of meeting them.

The stars are putting on their glittering belts$$$<br>They throw around their shoulders cloaks that flash <br>Like a great shadow's last embellishment

The partaker partakes of that which changes him. The child that touches takes character from the thing$$$ the body$$$ it touches.

There is a perfect rout of characters in every man and every man is like an actors trunk$$$ full of strange creatures$$$ new & old. But an actor and his trunk are two different things

I like Rhine wine$$$ blue grapes$$$ good cheese$$$ endive and lots of books$$$ etc.$$$ etc.$$$ etc.$$$ as much as I like supreme fiction.

Man is an eternal sophomore.

It is a world of words to the end of it$$$<br>In which nothing solid is its solid self.

I am what is around me.

If "Manners maketh man$$$" as someone said<br>Then he's the hero of the day<br>It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile<br>Be yourself$$$ no matter what they say.